Update to the XBox post: With the recent addition of the Messenger Kit and the 120 GB hard drive
XBox Grand total: $962.50
In addition Jeff Atwood, apparently in much the same boat as me, recently upgraded from the Playstation 2 to the XBox 360. He discovered something I haven't yet about the DRM built into the XBox: downloaded content is not tranferrable. That's a little creepy since I've already bought a few games online, and was planning to buy more when they came available. Microsoft's official answer is to get a memory card and store your XBox Live Id on it, allowing you to take it to another console and download the same content there, as long as it's still available. This approach will probably work fine for me considering I don't have the kind of job that allows me to have an XBox 360 at work as his apparently does. The fact that your downloaded content becomes unusable if your XBox crashes sounds exceptionally annoying, but I'll save that for an angry blog post when it happens.
Anyway, back to what I'm here to talk about today. I've spent the last week sicker than I've been since I was a kid. I caught "something", and now my 7 year old seems to have caught it as well, just as I'm getting over it. I was more or less out from work for nearly the entire week. I had a severe sore throat and a fever of over 101 for days. And a bunch of other crap too. On Monday I went to the Urgent Care center, hoping to try to head it off. I was pretty sure it was strep throat. My wife knew somebody having nearly identical symptoms and was diagnosed with the flu. I haven't had strep throat since high school, and as I understand, it can re-occur. I also hadn't had a flu shot this year, and even getting the flu shot doesn't guarantee a flu-free winter, so either theory sounded plausible. The urgent care doctor did a strep test and passed on the flu test since it didn't seem to match the flu at that point. The strep test came back negative, but she gave me some anti-biotic anyway since it appeared to be definitely "something."
On Wednesday, I had actually gotten worse. In fact Wednesday night was the absolute peak of the whole ordeal. For a few moments, death seemed a preferable alternative than this kind of suffering. So I called my regular doctor and managed to get in on Thursday morning. Again, they weren't really sure what it was, but prescribed some more medicine to help out with recovery. Okay, they're the doctor, I have to trust their opinion because I have no idea about this stuff.
I learned early on in my life that while I may be pretty good at a fairly wide range of things, the medical profession was completely closed to me. I simply am not cut out to be a doctor. I once saw a public television program documenting an open heart surgery and just about puked on myself. I never even considered applying to medical school. It just wasn't happening.
Yesterday my seven year old started showing symptoms of the same thing. At my insistence my wife finally agreed that taking him to the doctor would be a good thing to do. Actually it was more like "You can if you want to, but you're taking him." Whatever. Apparently she grew up in a family with disdain for the medical profession. Maybe they were on to something.
About three hours later I'm finally leaving the pediatrician's with my son, with the following diagnosis. Both the strep test and the flu test came back negative for him. So the doctor said "this falls into the 'other' category" and recommended lots of rest and fluids. This seemed like sound advice, but later on, as I contemplated my lost morning, I though: "I accomplished absolutely jack with that." It' contagious, it's working it's way through my family, and nobody knows what the hell it is. I really could have given that diagnosis myself.
How exactly do they not know what it is? I know there's a lot about medical science that's still unknown, but if this is as common as it sounds, how is it nobody seems to know what it is? Working in IT, we often have to diagnose problems, and while comparing computers to people doesn't hold a lot of water, the "I don't know what the hell that was" explanation doesn't come up all that often. If something is going on and it's widespread and we don't know what it is, dammit we're going to find out!
This is not a condemnation of any of the doctors I've worked with this week. I respect all of them, I'm just confused as to how I can lose a week to an illness, visit three doctors, and still not have an answer for "what did you have" when I get back to work. Comments appreciated