I'm sure there must be some irony there somewhere. After commenting on the report that Americans are sicker than British, my bad back decided to come back. It was really bad yesterday and was very painful when I stood up, but the pain went away after I'd been standing for a while.
After an uncomfortable night of not sleeping well and it hurting every time I turned over, I phoned in this morning to let them know that I wouldn't be in. I don't know what's wrong with me recently. I used to be able to go years without having to see my doctor or take time off.
According to a survey, Americans are much less healthy than the British. Even the British at the poor end of the scale are healthier than wealthier-than-average Americans. Woo-hoo. Pass me another jumbo bucket of chicken bits, fries and a gallon of (non-diet) coke.
As if yesterdays bad back wasn't enough, today I've got a cold. I'm sure my body is slowly trying to kill me.
I don't know what caused it but I first noticed it when I stood up to get off the train this morning. My back gave out a little twinge of pain. It got worse during the morning, but would only hurt when I first stand up. Once I've been standing up for a while, the pain goes away. When it was time for my morning cuppa, it meant I hobbled to the kitchen but could walk back normally.
Yesterday my Doctor told me I should rest for 'anywhere between a few hours and a few days'. I decided I would wait until I woke up naturally this morning and see if I felt well enough to go to work.
I always feel guilty about staying off work if I'm able to be up and about but yesterday I was too tired and work would have made me feel worse. This morning I was feeling a bit better so after a late breakfast consisting of yesterdays uneaten bacon sandwiches dunked in soup, I wandered off to the station to catch the train to work.
It doesn't hurt as much when I eat now but I think it's wise to stick to soft foods at the moment so lunch was more bread and soup, along with some cherry tomatoes and a hard boiled egg. As long as I remember to take my penicillin an hour before eating, I should be ok.
I woke up this morning with a sore throat. I took a look in the mirror and there was a huge white spot on one of my tonsils. Emma insisted that I go to the Doctors so I phoned up for an appointment. The Doctor told me it was tonsillitis and gave me a prescription for penicillin. I was told to stay home and rest.
The lump on my tonsils felt like there was food stuck in the back of my throat but of course it was stuck there and felt uncomfortable every time I moved my tongue or jaw. Swallowing food was painful - most of today's diet comprised of fruit smoothies or soup.
I had a cold before christmas which lasted about a fortnight. I wasn't too bad while we were away over the holidays but the cold germs must have been waiting in the house for me, for when we got back to Coventry. Not long after we got back my cold started to get worse.
Slowly slowly slowly I started to get better, then yesterday Emma was suffering from a sore throat which seems to be part of a cold which is travelling around Uni - one of her friends from her course has the same thing.
This morning I woke up with the same symptoms I had back in december when my cold first started - painful sinus pressure and a nose which is either blocked or constantly running.
Thankfully, the bread and chicken last night managed to stay down. But for some strange reason I just don't feel hungry today despite having had hardly anything to eat. At least my stomach isn't constantly churning and uncomfortable. I think I'll be ok to go back to work tomorrow.
I wish the bathroom wasn't at the back of the house, downstairs. It's much too far to get to quickly in an emergency, such as what happened this morning.
I was lying in bed thinking my stomach felt a bit upset and I thought I might go to the toilet - thankfully I got there before the vomit decided to leave me. I don't know what I might have eaten to cause it - obviously I felt perfectly fine last night.
It took a while for my stomach to settle - after the second vomit I had a glass of water and a fruit-flavoured indigestion tablet (to try to reduce the stomach acid a bit). All that did was make my next hurl taste lemony. Thankfully by mid afternoon, 4 vomits, several glasses of water and a slice of bread, I seem to be able to keep things down now. My guts are still very gurgly but hopefully I'll be better if I manage to eat something tonight.
I've managed to eat some poached chicken for tea but my stomach is still feeling upset.