Not Swine Flu

I've been sick for a week, and after feeling miserable for 5 days I decided to go to the doctor to rule out the dreaded swine flu. Except it's not dreaded, I really want to catch it to "get it over with", if you will. Because who wants to catch the mutated winter version and die, a la Spanish flu of 1918? Not me, no sir, no thanks. I want to catch the relatively mild version and live to help take care of the sick young people with mutated swine flu! But alas, that would've meant a 2-week quarantine, which is admittedly not ideal for someone who is graded based on 4-week blocks. Missing half a rotation would be somewhat difficult to undo, swine flu or not.

So I went to the doctor and the combination of lymph nodes, upper respiratory stuff, and extreme fatigue led to the working diagnosis of: mono. Not swine flu. Mono. Which I think I had in college, although I recall making it to gymnastics practice at the time and having enough energy to actually practice, so who knows if I actually had it. *shrugs*

Anyway. Today I'm back to work with my uninfectious mononucleosed self, Tylenol Cold and tissues in hand. Thank goodness. Being home all day is incredibly boring, and sleeping all day makes my bum and lower back sore. Can't wait to see patients!

Turns out, I love what I do!