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Things are not good. At first, I thought I just overdid it with all the
walking and shopping yesterday, and that surely exacerbated the issue,
but that is not what’s making me sick. It couldn’t be. Exercise might make you
nauseated, and certainly tired and sore, but my symptoms are a lot worse than
that. I was restless all night last night. I’m not sure if I got any sleep,
but I was pretty out of it the whole time. Things started to come back to me
as more time passed after waking up, reminding me that I never truly got any
sleep, though I wasn’t ever fully conscious either. I was sweating throughout,
and coughing regularly. There’s a rash kind of all over my body that I think
I’ve probably had for a few days now, but didn’t give much thought to before.
I was really hot and chilly at the same time this morning, so I was guessing
that I had a fever, but at no point during my shopping did I think to buy
myself a thermometer. I first took a shower to clear myself up, but that did
no good, so I filled up the tub, and let the steam wrap me up. Then I had to
shower again, because that’s what you gotta do. It was a relief while I was in
the water, but it didn’t last one second on the bathmat. I knew that I had to
do something to actively fix this, so I called my parole officer, who
basically ordered me to go to the pharmacy down the street. They have a clinic
there for quick visits, which are only meant to give you an idea of what’s
wrong. They don’t provide treatment, but they can give you recommendations.
They’re quite certain that I have an infection, though they can’t tell me
whether it’s bacterial, viral, or parasitic again. They sent my blood to a
lab, but that could take time to process, as you can imagine. I don’t have any
insurance yet, so I can’t go to a regular doctor, but fortunately, I’m a
felon! That means the state has to provide me with minimal medical care. I’m
going to the jail an hour and a half early to speak with the medical staff
there. We still need to figure out what this means, because regardless of my
specific diagnosis, it’s not lookin’ good for me. I’m likely contagious, and
can’t be allowed to roam around the general population. The solitary cells
aren’t equipped to handle me either. Even if all I need is water and rest,
it’s a legal issue to just throw me in a hole, and let me fend for myself. The
prison that’s about an hour away has a special medical ward, but I’m really
hoping that they don’t make me go there. I know that I won’t really be
in prison, but it’s close enough that I don’t want to do it. My parole officer
is looking into house arrest options, or just a postponement of my sentence,
but they’ve already accommodated me for a lot, so I don’t like my chances.
