Remember when I had the flu in...when was it, January? February? Well, in March, I came down with something that felt like the flu, again. After a few days of feeling sick, and feeling worse every day, I went to my primary care doctor. The sign on the door said, "Let the staff know if you have flu-like symptoms: cough, fever, aching, sore throat." Check, check, check, check.
Although I felt silly doing it, I told the front desk about my symptoms, and she gave me a look like she couldn't believe I was wasting her time and then handed me a mask. And when I saw the doctor and told him my symptoms, he seemed to think it was just a cold and not worth worrying about. I said, "Okay, well, just to be on the safe side, since I felt just the same way when I had the flu, are there any signs I should look out for in case it turns into the flu?" He seemed as though he was trying not to laugh at me, this stupid overly-worried patient, and assured me it wasn't the flu.
The next day, I felt even worse. JLR talked me into going to a clinic. The doc there thought it might be the flu after all and gave me a flu test. The result was negative, but since I had been sick for several days, it might show a negative result even if I had the flu. She told me to stay home from work until my fever went away. It certainly was nice to have a member of the medical profession seem concerned about my well-being and not blow me off.
Two days later, I felt even worse and was coughing up a storm. JLR talked me into going to yet another clinic, and this time, I got the right diagnosis. As it turns out, I had walking pneumonia. Only took a week to figure it out.
And that's about the most exciting thing that's happened to me since the last time I posted anything.