You know how I finally -this Tuesday! got a new GP after MONTHS of looking and waiting to be accepted and then having to do a switch? While I was there, amongst normal checking on things-things, she said, ‘You have a virus.’ I knew that I wasn’t feeling well but I wasn’t falling over dead or anything. She said, ‘run its course’ and I totally agreed.
About 24 hours later (Wed), I was well and truly sick (at work) but knew that we’re going to be down a coworker in theartdept as she’s on holiday. For me to call out sick when I knew this was going on is a Big Deal, not so much because I’m awesome (though I’d have felt guilty no matter what but especially with a person gone already) but also because things are rough all over — as you know.
Virus? Yes. Add to it raging, bacterial infection.
I called out. First thing on my Sick Day, though, was ringing my brand new GP’s office.
Now, I’ve basically just shook hands with her. I know people who can’t get a ‘called-in script’ from their normal GP.
I got one. HOT DOGE!
I’m back at work today but feel every bit as bad as Wednesday, which is better than Wednesday night through Thursday night, so I reckon the virus part may shake off in a day or two. The infection is being dealt with and I’m so freaking grateful to this new doctor!!!
I know!!! How old am I that all I talk about is finding a doctor and then needing it, so I’m super happy?