I explained about the norovirus, asked if it was okay that I still can't manage more than a few bites of food per day and when I should start to Be Concerned, verified that I'm doing fluids (he informs me that I need to be doing more nutrient-rich fluids). He says five days of ubersick is not beyond the realm of the usual, and confirms that I must stay home for three days after cessation of symptoms. Essentially, if I feel okay tomorrow I can go back to work on Monday.
And he said, kindly, "It's been an unusually hard winter for you."
And I got tears.
Not full-on blubbing, no, and he probably couldn't even tell. But yes, it's been an unusually hard winter for me. And there are some things I didn't even go to him about, smaller icks and aches. But this is the third time in three months I've been quarantined for about a week. Add to that the months of bronchial inflammation.
And it wears on me.
I try not to bitch too much; my posts get terser and more just-the-facts when I'm sick, because look, endless descriptions of how it feels to not be able to walk across the room again today are boring and annoying. But it wears on me and it wears me down.
Strangely, it helps to have that recognized. It helps just to have a doctor who knows who I am when he picks up the phone, frankly! But it helps even more that he knows what my winter has been like and that yeah, that sucks.
He ain't House. He is not an awesomesauce diagnostician. Most of the time I know what's wrong with me before I even hit the office, and he's more like "how would you like to handle that?" than "I have found this thing in your bloodwork." Pretty much when I go to him for respiratory stuff it's just so he can listen to my chest and see if it's bronchitis or pneumonia this time, because it's hard for me to differentiate between the two on my own.
But he knows who I am, he keeps track of what's going on with my body, and that's a step up from most doctors, in my experience, and I will take it. It means more than you might think.