Are You Smarter Than a Doctor?

While laying on death's doorstep these past week, I composed some pretty funny blogs. Of course now that I am totally coherent again I don't really remember a single thing. Let me tell you about this HORRENDOUS illness that befell me.
Tuesday Night - muscle aches and pains woke me up several times during the night
Wednesday Day - muscle aches and pains worsen but I chalked them up to tennis from Monday
Wednesday Night - more intense muscle aches and pains woken me much of the night
Thursday Day - I am thinking, I have the flu cause my body is just hurting, joints and muscles
Thursday Evening - I notice a rash on my lower legs. Similar to the one in the photo of my arm
Thursday Night - the fever kicking in around 101. It broke at least once
From here on it is just a mix of swollen joints, muscles aches, fevers coming and going, a headache that wouldn't stop and a rash covering my legs and some of my arms.

Saturday morning Rick had to work so I went to get some Tylenol myself, bad idea. I ended up passing out in the kitchen. Fortunately, I knew it was coming and helped myself go down.
Rick took me to insta-care on Saturday. The doctor there couldn't figure out what was wrong so he ordered several blood tests. The MA couldn't get my vein because I was slightly dehydrated. He poked around a bit and found it BUT he couldn't get all the blood that was needed because the vein collapsed just as I told him he needed to stop and get me some juice because I was about to pass out. Then an RN came back and she found a vein on the other side with no troubles. The immediate tests came back saying that my white cells were morphed...which was good cause it meant they were working but everything else looked just right. We waited to get the rest back on Sunday and were told again that all but one of the tests were good. The ESR though was 55 and it should only be 20. This told them that either I have a viral infection, lupus or rhumatoid arthritis.
Monday morning Rick took me to our regular clinic. They took forever to wait on me, until I started getting light headed again. The problem this time, the vomitting had started Sunday night. I couldn't keep down literally a teaspoon of water. When Rick told them that I was going to pass out they got me in a room pretty darn quick. Again though, the doctor couldn't not figure out what was wrong but he was sure it was a virus rather than anything worse. He told me that I would not die.
I was given a shot for the nausea and I am very grateful I had enough fluid in me that I really wasn't dehydrated enough for the hospital. Rick was actually getting pretty worried that was where I was headed though because I was NOT improving. Poor Rick was even losing sleep worrying about me because really it was just getting worse every day until Tuesday.

I think I might have been awake for 4 hours total from Sunday night until Tuesday morning. Tuesday morning I finally felt like I was back in the land of the living. Here it is Wednesday and I mentally feel great. I am still swollen enough that I can't stand or even sit up and my rash is fading drastically BUT I am not going to die.

So if you have any ideas of what this virus is please let me know cause the doctor's sure couldn't figure it out.