F U (with an L in the middle)
For those of you who are longtime readers, it comes as no surprise to know that I have a pretty crap immune system. Yes, my ONE flaw in what is an otherwise PERFECT physical specimen (lololololol) is that I get sick. A lot. Lots of 24-hour bugs, stomach viruses, general ickiness… you know the drill. And for the most part, I’ve learned to cope with the fact that 90% of my PTO hours are going to end up being spent as sick leave and it’s nothing that a lot of sleep, some green tea, and a USDA-certified crapload of drugs won’t fix. That said, I still tend to complain a lot when I’m sick because, well, being sick sucks!
I can now tell you this much: after what I have been experiencing over the past 4 days, I really have no license to complain ever again. (That’s not to say that I won’t, just that I really shouldn’t, haha.) I cannot even remember the last time I was this sick for this long. It brings the whole concept of “being sick sucks) to a whole new level. This is misery at it’s finest.
Yep, I’m like 99.8% sure I have the flu. For the first time since I was probably in high school, maybe even before that. And you can blame it on me not getting the flu shot (I never do), or pushing the elevator buttons with my fingers instead of my elbows, or not using enough Purell, or maybe using too much Purell, but the bottom line remains the same: the flu is an a-hole.
Day 1 started out with a sore throat and a dry cough, both of which were uncomfortable but didn’t really seem to be too much a cause for alarm. I had a really hard time getting to sleep that night, so I figured it was a symptom of that. However, quickly upon returning home from work, things took a rapid turn for the worst. Suddenly, I had a headache, my throat was just getting worse and worse, and I felt exhausted and generally awful. And it just kept going downhill from there.
We’ll fast-forward through the weekend, which is pretty boring to talk about anyway since I spent roughly 20 out of 24 hours each day in bed. Some of the super exciting things that happened included the time(s) I started bawling because it hurt so badly each time I coughed, and also when I walked down to the basement then back up to my room and nothing–NOTHING, not my first 5K, my 15K, or my relay race across Eastern Massachussetts–has ever been so exhausting as climbing that last flight of stairs. I had to sit down before I could even reach my bed, just to catch my breath. AWFUL.
Anyway, that brings us to today. And thankfully my throat feels marginally better, though whenever I open my mouth I still sound like a 100-year-old smoker who is also a frog. I’m still exhausted (getting my own cereal from the kitchen felt like completing a half-marathon) and generally feeling poopy, but hopefully things have taken a turn upwards again. And since I’m now realizing that this entire post has essentially just turned into one whinefest and nobody likes to read that, I offer my apologies. Nobody really enjoys attending pity-parties so I’ll cut myself off for now. Thanks for letting me vent.
Ending on a positive note, the giveaway for one of FIVE signed copies of my book, Terra, is still going strong, so head on over and get your entries in now! Winners will be drawn randomly on Wednesday!