I hate to sound like instructor John Kreese from the Karate Kid (“I don’t want him beat. Out of Commission”), but lately I just don’t understand what’s happening to me. I truly don’t get sick very often, or miss work unless it’s absolutely necessary. But lately things haven’t been going, at all, as planned.
Today I had the worst fever I’ve ever had in my life.
I was feeling slightly dizzy after work on Tuesday. When I went home and slept for a while, I woke up around 11 p.m. feeling worse (37.4 degrees…not terribly bad…but a mild fever). I managed to get back to sleep. Feeling chills, I woke up around 5:30 a.m. and did a temperature check, 38.0. I tried drinking some cold water but every swallow felt like a tiny man was kicking me in the back of the throat. Every single muscle was sore, my back was hurting, and my best efforts to “sleep it off” weren’t working. I didn’t want to miss work again and besides I was supposed to have an observation later today.
I showered, got dressed, and put on a jacket, because I was really cold. I got on my bike and could barely pedal, I then midway through the ride I was drenched with sweat. I lazily suffed my jacket in my bag. It was like a drunken ride to work, except instead of alcohol, I was riding under the influence of bacteria. The commute to work felt so long. I finally made it to school and was having trouble standing. Seriously, during the walk from the station to the school, I nearly fell over several times…but I made it. I asked the nurse if I could use a thermometer. 39.4! We looked at the reading in disbelief, and she tried another thermometer. 38.5. I don’t know which one was right at the time, but judging by how I was feeling, I’m pretty sure the first one may have been on the money.
I had to teach three first grade classes today (my youngest group). All of the first graders are generally pretty energetic (that’s probably the case in Japan, the U.S…the world over) which is generally a good thing for me. But when your body is trying to decide whether to vomit or pass out, all that energy becomes head-pounding noise. I used a desk to support myself, and made it through two classes before the principal sent me home. I wanted to power through it, but deep down, I don’t know if I could have.
A staff member drove me to Moriya station, and I headed back to Tsukuba. I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to sleep, I wanted my fever gone. It was an exhausting bike ride to Tsukuba Medical Center, and when I took my temperature, it was 39.9 degrees. I thought to myself “That cant’ be right.” So I did it again…39.9 degrees.
I thought that maybe it was the thermometer I was using, but when the doctor’s thermometer registered the the exact same thing as mine, I knew it was going to be a long night. I don’t know what’s going on with me this month, but I am SEVERELY frustrated. I know exactly what my next post is going to be about (forgive me in advance because I know it’s going to be a rant). It’s going to be a couple of days, though, because I’m having some health trouble right now (Nanami…”Red Warrior needs medicine badly.”).
The timing couldn’t be any worse either. I know I haven’t done any recent updates about the stomach pain I was having, but I’m supposed to go in for a CT Scan tomorrow (I scheduled that a couple of weeks ago) to check on that, too.
A lot of people might say, “Donald, you’re stupid for going to work with such a high fever.” To those people all I can say is this. I am living abroad, without a single family member here to speak of. I have very little savings to speak of after moving and changing jobs. The vast majority of jobs don’t pay you for not working, especially this early on. The rent, the bills, student loans will come whether I’m sick or not. And I still gotta eat, right? Does the “Work, Just Get By…Repeat” cycle suck? You bet your ass it does, but it’s reality…at least for now.
Talk to you soon,
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