Everything is just about over. I am getting better, but I'm a bit tired and my face is peeling like I had a sunburn. Just to set the record straight, this is the final verdict regarding my illness.
I first got sick last, last Friday and for 4 days I was positive that I had the flu, the later bacterial infection a result of the flu, in other words a secondary infection. I say that because I had the worst case of joint and muscle pain with severe chills. That's the flu isn't it? Only I didn't have any respiratory distress. So the doctors deduced that my early symptoms were the signs of a developing strep (most likely) infection, or in medical terms I had mylagia and myositis from the infection and not the flu. Latin names makes everything sound so much more serious, doesn't it? I didn't see any rash, one other sign, but maybe I missed it or I just didn't have it. Well all is well that ends well. It could have been ugly, but let's not go there.
One other thing they discovered was my predominate JPV. What's that? It's your jugular pulmonary vein. It's located on the right side of your neck. My JPV stands out more than the average. Reluctantly, I had to ask why it was outstanding. But let me digress for a moment. One of the scary things about seeing doctors is the idea that they're going to find something else wrong that's worst than the reason you went to see them in the first place. Go in and see them for a blister on your foot, and they'll find out that you have a heart condition. I can understand why my father never wanted to go into the hospital. He thought that once he went in, he would never come out. Maybe he knew something I didn't. Anyway back to my JPV. The doctor said that it was predominate because my heart was not quite right and the blood was backing up my vein. Any why was my heart not quite right? It was probably because my heart was somewhat damaged due to my high levels of ferratin. I did tell you that I have hemachromatosis (chronic high ferratin)? Well I do. And the doctor read my chart and put it all together. They were going to do an echo gram on my heart, but they decided I basically was OK. So I dodged another bullet. I will live for another day, play my ukulele another day.
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