Saturday night was spent in ED, but I got out pretty early and David got me home via the supermarket and I was all sorted to be home. Wrote the last entry but mostly just slacked about not being up for much of anything.
In the evening I was feeling very unwell, Oli came around with a thermometer and it revealed I was up on 39 degrees again. So went back in following the instructions on the discharging doctor from my first night there. Once I finally made it from the waiting room to ED I got a doctor almost immediately (though for the only time until I was discharged) and she decided I was staying the night again pretty quickly. I got moved to Obs almost immediately and had a relatively quiet night, I think. Oli stayed with me chatting for a few hours. I got new sheets just after midnight because I had soaked though everything with sweat and was sleeping under just a sheet that still felt far too warm. I woke up when the breakfast lady came around shivering under a pile of blankets with the detritus of at least one drip having happened overnight. Seems at some point over night I had been sick enough to accept paracetamol (which I don't think any of the doctors believed I react badly to). Thus the "I think" about it being a relatively quiet night.
I was kept in until lunchtime Monday when I cranky old man doctor who seemed pretty certain I shouldn't have stayed at all sent me home and told me to try to tough it out.
Last night while eating some dinner for the many many meds I have to take with dinner now I discovered my body unwilling to keep Paasha down. No idea how much of my medication also got vomited away. By the instructions of all but that last doctor I should have gone back to ED. I did not.
And today I haven't died, and feel no worse than I did for much of yesterday, so I guess it worked out ok.
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