Well, ok I’ve got your attention now I’m guessing. I will quickly dispel any fears some of you may have that this is some kind of blogger’s suicide note and say that the title of this post merely describes just exactly what I feel right now.
As you may have gathered from Friday’s post, I’ve not been well recently and it would seem my temperature is not going away without a battle. Pills galore are keeping it bay for much of the time but today my wifey decided enough was enough and I had to be packed off to the hospital to get seen by our doctor (a Korean woman who is also our neighbour and really very, very lovely – she’s one of the most smiley ladies I’ve ever met) and get blood tests.
All was not well. My blood pressure is low and some count thingy on the blood test was unusually low too, enough for our doctor to query Typhoid.
Typhoid is extremely common in this area of Bangladesh. An awful lot of people come into LAMB hospital with it and some do die. Just last week one of our teachers ended up hospitalised with Typhoid and is still in now from what I understand. I teach his daughter.
You might notice a strain of paranoia running here and, yes, you’d be right. I’ve just committed the worst sin any ill person can do: I looked up the symptoms of Typhoid fever. It really is the worst thing any sick person can do and is the fastest way to becoming a hypochondriac. I panicked when I read these and thought “Oh my Lord, I’m going to die!” I knew it would happen too. Anyway, here they are:
Symptoms of Typhoid
- High fever (up to 104° F).
- Diarrhoea or constipation.
- Pain in abdomen.
- Fatigue, malaise, weakness.
- Non-productive cough.
- Slowing of heart rate (bradycardia).
Well my fever has reached nearly 102 degrees and I’m not sure how you judge anorexia in the short-term but otherwise, yep all these I can check off! Actually the second one down is a bit of a cheat. When you live in Bangladesh everyone goes from Diarrhoea to constipation and back. There is no middle ground really.
Well thankfully, wifey and Mrs Korean doctor are more sensible: We’re treating this as a virus and NOT Typhoid.
Any borderline symptoms are being watched and if my temperature does get to 104 then we swap over and start doing blood cultures and taking antibiotics. Meanwhile, I just have to get on with feeling dreadful and alternately going from fever to shivers, from feeling pretty decent to feeling like all my energy has been sucked out of me and from feeling peckish to believing that if I even look at food I’ll puke. I don’t do being ill; can you tell?
If I put my paranoia to one side, I have to admit, it is going to be a virus. It always is. I’ve been in and out of hospitals many times, each time mimicking something nasty. Every time it turned out just to be a virus. I even had a lumbar puncture once because of suspected Meningitis; it wasn’t, of course. So, for now, I have a virus and I’m keeping it that way – no matter how awful I feel lounging on my bed.
I had intended to post another short story for you all to peruse today, but just didn’t have the energy to finish it, edit and then proof-read it before posting. Next week, maybe. Assuming, of course, that my title doesn’t turn out to be prophetic.