On Monday while Devin and I were at work, I looked at him and said, "In the whole time that you have worked here, you never have called in sick, huh?" He agreed. Our jobs are not ones we can just 'call in sick' to. We deal with lives, not french fries. If we are not at work the whole world gets tipped upside down. YES PEOPLE, we ARE that important! :) Devin's boss, Annabelle, commented that his attendance is why she loves him so.
Tuesday rolls around. Alarm goes off. Devin whines. Not like him. He says, "My throat hurts soooo bad! I can't go to work, I just can't!" I sit up to talk to him, and am smacked in the stomach with nausea. I quickly lay back down and think crap. Now that you mention it, my throat hurts too! And I think I'm gonna......you know the rest.
One trip to the toilet and some mouth wash later, I decide its time to call for some substitutes. We need to rest a little bit!
I go out to lay on the couch, my favorite location when ill. I watch the Today show, which reminds me of Christmas time, since that is the only time I can ever watch it. I fall asleep but am awakened by a banging on the wall. I go into the bedroom and Devin is convulsing. Like really shaking. I take his temperature and its 103 DEGREES! He is burning up! I end up taking him to insta-care. He doesn't look so hot...well, he's hot, but he's shaking, so he looks cold. Ya know?
We arrive to insta-care and some large lady at the desk is taking her sweet time talking about Hawaii with another patient. ?(Ok- we have a contagious person here who is going to infect you if you don't hustle...! ) After Devin sits down and I put a mask on him, things get moving. He gets called back and while we are visiting with the Dr, things get worse. He ends up vomiting while I tell his symptoms. Yuck. Add that one to the list!
The Dr. looks worried. Then tells us what I thought all along. "Well, I want to tell you it doesn't appear to be seasonal flu. He has no cough, or congestion, nor a stuffy nose. I'm sure you have heard of H1N1. It appears that this may be that."
Whoa Whoa Whoa! Hold the train up. We can't have SWINE FLU! It's not possible!
"Well, he continues, it may also be mono...."
"Oh good, I hope its that!" Says Devin.
"Umm...mono is worse, Devin!" I say. "You could be sick for months!"
"oh..."
"Well," says the Dr, "do you have good insurance?"
"yesss..."
"Okay, I am giving you both a prescription for tamiflu, and Devin will get a naproxin shot in his butt. That will make him feel better! Also, don't go to work or school for a few days. Both of you."
"Oh....okay...." I reply, and he leaves to get the goods.
Well, after we leave the hospital, I head over to Smiths to fill the prescriptions. I wander around to get sick people food. You know, popsicles, jello, soup,powerade.
I decide to call my family to let them know what has happened. They make some pig kissing jokes, and then my dad proceeds to tell me that he just got back from the hospital with my dear mother, who was taken there via ambulance due to what they suspected was a stroke. (Wait-WHAT!?!?) He goes on to tell me that for the last 2 months my dear mother has not been taking her blood pressure medicine- something she has needed almost her whole life. He said she is back on it and hopefully learned her lesson. Umm. Ok?
I return to the pharmacy to pick up the goods. The cashier swipes the meds and I watch with big eyes the numbers that pop up on the register. After she hits enter, the total comes up. I don't believe it. Then I hear her say, "$152.78"
WHAT!?!?!?!
"Did you get my insurance, I have insurance!"
"Yes ma'am, but these kind of pills are in such demand the drug companies can hike the prices up." Crap. That is a lot of money.
I'm sure it was all Obama's fault. And a democrat would blame it on my pal, George Double-ya Bush.
Anyways. I think- Dang. What a crappy day.
Ohhh it gets better.
The next day of our sickness. I get on Facebook to see all of these status updates about how Vandenberg Air Force Base is on fire. Ummm. My parents house is on the edge of that field. Like 3 miles away. We have been evacuated before because of fires. My sisters have terrible life threatening Asthma. Time to call home again. Find out that they can see it coming and its smoky. Sisters all left to go into town so they can breathe. Kristen just ran out of her inhaler. Will keep me posted. Lovely.
Get updates throughout the night. Feeling panicky. Nauseous. Get sick again. Remember that I scheduled a meeting for the next day after school and did none of the paperwork. Email everyone to cancel. Try and breathe. Devin needs a quesadilla. How convenient, Dev!
Fall asleep at 8pm, up at 5. No work for me. Call for another sub.
OH YEA! And I got a call from Geico saying we had to bring our car to Sandy at 10:40, about 30 min away, to pick up a rental and get it repaired, after another teacher I work with bashed our back end in. Genius. Thank goodness we had surveillance, and the decided to pay.
To make the sicky days worse, they give us a Dodge Callibur to drive for the next week. I think feel sick again. Had lunch with the in-laws. Feeling good. Relaxed the rest of the day. Devin is feeling good, too.
Wake up today, feeling good. Come to work. Walk in to a banner saying how much they missed me, balloons, and a pile of cards. Its good to be back!
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