Sick

by Charles Miller on December 8, 2003

I'm sick again. This is starting to freak me out. Normally, I'm the sort of person who doesn't take a sick day for years, but looking back recently, I seem to have been coming down with exactly the same ailment every couple of months for the last year.

So I'm going to have to take the radical step of seeing a doctor. My guess is that it's a resurgence of the tonsilitis I managed to get rid of back in 1997: the doctor told me it might be back some day. Ho hum.

One of the more... interesting aspects of this particular ailment is the delerium. Each time I get it, I end up spending about a day (on and off) in bed with very little control over my own brain. Being a delerious computer programmer is weird. This time, I kept believing that I was a program, and desperately tried to search through my own source-code for the bug that was causing me to be ill.

It's a pity you can't do that. If I had access to my own source-code, and could recompile myself whenever anything went wrong, life would be so much easier.

Update: Went to the doctor. Turns out it was my sinuses, not my tonsils. I'm on a two-week course of bastard-strength antibiotics that should kill the bug off dead instead of leaving it hanging around to come back in a few months time.

I ended up sitting in the waiting room for half an hour beyond the time my appointment was scheduled for. Given that I was really not very well, this was not a particularly pleasant experience to say the least. I would have probably been waiting there another half hour, but there was a fortunate mix-up with another patient called Charles who had mysteriously ducked out for a moment. Score.

By the time I got in to see the doctor, my fever was running at 39.4°C (103°F). I got this look that I'm sure meant "wow... and you're still conscious?"

If it happens again, I get to have lots of tests on my immune system, plus a CAT-scan of my sinuses to see why they're getting blocked up. I have this mental image of the conclusion to the latter test that goes something like this:

Wow! My bicycle! I lost that when I was five!

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