I am ill. It's not a cold: that was a couple of weeks ago. I have what the doctor diagnosed as a virus. Isn't it always? Apparently my inner ear is also a bit 'bulge-y' whatever that means in technical terms. All I know is I have a fairly persistent fever, cracking headache, sore ears, dizziness and nausea. It has sent me to bed where I alternate between freezing and 'glowing' my butt off and seem to have developed an ability to sleep that I haven't seen since I was a teenager.
As you can tell. I don't do being 'ill' well. Normally, if I can identify the disease, or more usefully the doctor can, then I tend to just take my medication and carry on. Sitting in lessons huddled in three jumpers while clutching a mug of decongestant in one hand and bunches of 'best before' tissues, is quite common rather than become that word dreaded by all teachers 'behind'.
So my rant today, yup, you guessed it is all about being ill. Here are my top peeves:
1. I hate going to the doctors. Most of the time it's a complete waste of time. Trying to obtain an appointment at my surgery seems like I am trying to see the Prime Minister. If I want a routine appointment, I often have to book 3 weeks in advance to see my doctor. If you're actually ill then the chances are you'll be better before you get there. Yesterday I insisted on an emergency appointment (taking on board a 40 mile round trip to and from work in the process). I'd been unwell with increasing dizziness for over two weeks, thinking it was the congestion from my cold failing to exit the system. Which is pretty much what my 40 mile round trip to the doctor told me too. Basically she didn't know what was wrong. Thus I have spent over 24 hours with an unidentified fever checking periodically that I am not ending up with untoward rashes that might indicate a more serious disease.
2. I hate being ill and living on my own. When I'm ill, I basically want to stay in bed and have food, water, hot-water bottles and sympathy served to me in bucket loads. I didn't get this as a child, but I feel that at some point I might be entitled to this. Am I the only person who hears friends have colds and rock up with a get well kit? In case you wondered, this includes: magazines, chocolates, soft tissues, films, and lots of medicine.
3. I also hate taking medicine. I am suspicious of taking too many quick fix remedies. Especially as painkillers can start giving you headaches and withdrawal symptoms. I particularly resent it for unidentified virus diagnosis. At what point does paracetamol just stop working?
4. I am pretty sure that I am annoyed with myself when I'm ill. Let's face it, I am healthier than a lot of the world's population. It's a constant inner battle between knowing that my moderate illness, in perspective, doesn't skim the surface of other folk's lives and just being a big, old, pathetic baby!
5. I definitely feel guilty about not being at work. I feel like I have let my classes down, my colleagues down and that, as I couldn't muster the energy to work at home, that I am now on the back foot. It's like that feeling you get when you go on holiday from work. There's that point when you have to return and catch up with everything you missed in the two weeks away. Sometimes one day out of school can seem like a week. It's even worse when you realise that no work is actually done when you're not there and that your 6am setting of meaningful cover is a waste of time when you can be groaning under your duvet. Professionalism is the only thing that prevents me from finding irrelevant work sheets or filler lessons. Darn my professionalism sometimes.
Are you good at being ill? Do you have any special solo survival tips? Do you want to get your rant on?
I'm linking up with Anja at Cocalores and would suggest you do to. Let's be moany-pants together.