This happened about five years ago, so I might get some of the terminology wrong. I had just started working in a new nursery (daycare), and on the Friday of my first week on the job, we were notified that there had been three reported cases of Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease in the baby room where I’d been working all week. We were assured that adults couldn’t get HFMD, so I toddled off to a club night that evening with my boyfriend and my best friend.
Before we arrived, I started feeling nauseated, but I assumed it was because of my social anxiety — one of my main symptoms is nausea — so I thought nothing of it. Within an hour of arriving at the club, I was feeling worse, and I noticed red spots had appeared on my hands and knees and around my mouth. I texted my boyfriend that I was feeling too ill to stay, so he and my best friend came to collect me from the dark corner I’d retreated to and took me home.
On the ride home, I felt worse and worse, and coming in from the balcony of our flat where I’d gone for a cigarette to help calm the nausea, I found I’d developed vertigo so bad I couldn’t stand up. I crawled on my hands and knees to the bedroom, and my boyfriend kept me supplied with water and checked my temperature while my best friend looked up the symptoms of HFMD. Surprise! I had every symptom going and a few more on top.
After a sleepless night with my temperature bouncing from 37°C to 39.8°C (98.6°F to 103.6°F), my boyfriend drove me to Urgent Care around 8:00 am, where I was looked over by a doctor who was far too cheerful and condescending for the time of day.
Me: “I’m fairly certain I have HFMD—”
The doctor chuckled as though I’d said I’d been bitten by a vampire.
Doctor: “Oh, yeah? How do you figure that, then?”
Me: “I have spots on my hands, feet, mouth, knees, and bum, a high temperature, nausea, and vertigo, and I just spent all week working in the baby room of a nursery where we had an HFMD outbreak.”
Doctor: “Don’t be silly; adults don’t get HFMD. Your tonsils are swollen. You’ve got tonsillitis.”
Me: “I’ve had tonsillitis before and didn’t have most of these symptoms. Are you sure?”
Doctor: “Absolutely. You can’t have HFMD and tonsillitis, anyway. I’m giving you an antibiotic prescription, but if you don’t believe me, you can always get a second option.”
I didn’t believe him, so I went to a different Urgent Care unit and went through the entire process again with a much more sympathetic nurse.
Nurse: “He said you can’t have both at the same time? That’s ridiculous. You’ve got all the symptoms of both, and your tonsils are so swollen that I’m surprised we don’t need to get you a spit bowl. I’m giving you another prescription for [something I can’t remember]. Take both, and if your temperature goes above 39°C again, come back here and tell them [Nurse] told you to.”
Thankfully, the prescriptions worked, and after a miserable few days, my temperature stabilised, I was able to walk instead of crawl, and I could eat solid food again after nothing but soup. I’m eternally grateful to that nurse for actually listening to me and not dismissing me like the doctor did the first time round. But seriously, who says you can’t have two illnesses at the same time?