Wednesday, November 01, 2006
"I once thought I had mono for an entire year. It turned out I was just really bored."
-Wayne Campbell

Now that my spat of jet-setting days are behind me, I'm paying the price. My flight back from Madison two weeks ago was grounded because of a flat tire—I got rerouted and missed a day of work. I worked really late the next night in order to make a deadline on Friday. The next day I nearly fell asleep at work a few times, despite sufficient sleep.

Ever since then I've just felt lethargic. I've been working to put in my eight-hour days, but I went home early twice last week.

Of course, I've been scouring Wikipedia ever since trying to self-diagnose, matching symptom lists to my own symptoms. Oooh, swollen lymph nodes—I've got that! Fatigue? Check!

With all this viral stuff, there's so much overlap, a net-enabled hypocondriac can't narrow it down. I could have a bad cold. I could have a upper respiratory infection. I could have mono.

Not that knowing which would be any help—there's nothing I can do about it. It just would be nice to plan the fact that I'll be sick for a while.

I brought it up with a med school friend:
"Give it six more weeks. If it lasts, it was mono."
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