I'm still at home. Tomorrow I go to the doctor to find out what my fate is for the next few days. I think they'll probably let me go back to work, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm still in a bit of pain, but it's not nearly as bad as it had been. Progressively, I'm better every day. I'm supposed to go to Austin on Friday. We'll see tomorrow if I can still do that.
Yesterday, I went out for the first time since this whole thing started. My friends Michael and Stephanie threw a fried chicken party, and a good hunk of my friends were there. It was nice, though by the time we left, I was definitely feeling a little peaked.
Swine 'flu apparently is upon us. I'm not surprised, and I'm not particularly worried. I know that my great-grandfather died in 1917 during the 'flu pandemic in Galveston. But everyone else in his family survived, including my grandmother. And I studied epidemiology when I was working on my masters in public health. Hand washing, covering your mouth when you cough and sneeze, and keeping abreast of your own health should keep things relatively under control. Panicking won't.
At any rate, there's not much I can personally do about it, and my exposure is ridiculously low since I haven't been anywhere in over a week. Still, I work in the medical center, so I imagine when I go back, they're going to be very strict about making sure people stay home when they get sick.
Tags: 'stina, health, healthcare