I managed to browbeat Sam into going to the doctor's tomorrow. At this point, he's feverish, exhausted, aching all over and can't breathe too well. He suspects it's the flu, and so do I. If he toughs it out until Friday or Saturday; what will he do? He's going to end up hospitalized when he gets home. Better doctor's here than hospitalization there, no matter if it's free. I'd rather that he lived through the flight and recuperated for a week in bed at home than be hospitalized here for a week and miss his flight or, worse; die in the middle of going home. Besides: if the flight has to be rerouted again, what the fuck is he going to do if it's 12 hours of hell and he feels this horrible?
I'm feeling a bit crappy too; and I'm UPSET. I'm upset that he's ill and now I'm getting ill. I'm going to drink more fluids and sleep early tonight. Sam's upset that I'm worried. I'm not half as worried as I was last week; I'm ANGRY at him getting me sick. I'm staying in my own bed tonight; where I know I will get some rest rather than being worried about him all night or listening to him hack his lungs up all night and then not sleep and get sicker.
"But we're supposed to be together in sickness and in health!" he whined when I was leaving the hotel room tonight after helping him lug up the shopping.
"We're not married yet."
"Doesn't matter, you're supposed to be here. *puppy look*"
I feel guilty enough to leave him alone, but he seemed pacified when I said that I needed my rest too: how can I care for him when I'm as sick as he is? It's already enough for my mum to worry about with one sick "kid"; she doesn't need two. Neither does his mum!
Best quote of the day: "I can't turn people on with my accent because I've not got one".
All I want in the end: is for my Sam to be ok. That's all.
In other news: Dad is convinced I've got a secret stash of airline tickets and/or money and will be heading to the UK by the end of the summer. True, I have a stash of money; it's not secret: it's right bloody there on my desk. But it's nowhere near enough to go to the UK. If anything, I want to go to the UK by next August.
First the volcano, and now the flu. What's the famous third thing that's supposed to strike? There's that French proverb saying "Never two without three". Where's it?
(Technically, today's car accident could be it...it was a bit epic to see Sam doing a faceplant into mum's seat, limbs askew everywhere like in the old cartoons. Not so epic for him to have whiplash. At least his nose isn't broken on top of everything else! Then he'd really be screwed.)
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Sam, did you get travel insurance that will pay for your medical care in the US? Either way you might want to go to a walk in clinic or urgent care to see a doctor or ask at the hotel front desk who they use for guests (that might be most expensive). If you have bronchitis they will put you on antibiotics. You might need cough medicine too.
ReplyDeleteI hope you feel better soon and that Myriam does not get sick too.
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@ paw: We used my doctor. The travel insurance did NOT cover it because it's too far from home so I was the one paying out of pocket for the visit and medications. I'll be reimbursed later on, though. Sam's got a bacterial infection, so they put him on azithromyacin and albuterol.
ReplyDeleteWhat Myriam means is that she kindly leant me the money for my prescriptions, I had to borrow 25c to cover the doctors visit, but she got a dollar out of it, as I gave her all of the change...
ReplyDeleteRelating to things always coming in threes - today I heard of the third sudden death of a resident living in our road.
ReplyDeleteAt the end of March it was Nicky's brother, Sam's friend, and friend to all, Adam.
During the last week of April a lady further down the road died aged 36 - leaving a husband and two children, 13 and 4.
Now I've just heard that the father of our friend and neighbour, Elaine, died suddenly last Sunday, his funeral is on Tuesday.
Let that be an end of it.