Health is not valued until sickness comes. ~ Thomas Fuller
Confession: I make a horrible sick person. Horrible. It’s
true. Most things I can suck up and just deal with, but being sick has never
really been one of them. I moan, I groan, I whine ‘Why me? Whhhyyy??!!’ Thankfully,
I’ve been blessed with a kick ass immune system so I rarely have to explore
this aspect of my personality, but every now and again the ole immune system
gets caught napping and kaPOW!
And apparently it took the mother of all naps Tuesday
morning. I woke up feeling fine and dandy, but by 10am nausea set in, followed
by exhaustion. I thought, meh, just an off day. I’ll rest up tonight and be
right as rain tomorrow. Until the chills set in. Once I get the chills I know I’m
in trouble. It’s like my body’s way of saying, ‘Girl, you best batten down the
hatches, ‘cause there’s a storm comin’.’ And sure enough…
I ended up leaving the day job early and made it home by 4pm
where I crawled into bed. I crawled back out when hubby and the boy arrived
home but it was a brief sojourn. I couldn’t get comfortable. All movement made
the nausea worse. My body ached. My skin hurt. When I finally crawled back into
bed, the dog was hogging my side. I didn’t have the energy to remove him and he
sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere of his own volition. I whined, possibly
sobbed, then collapsed half on the dog and half on the six inches of space he
I figured I would be better in the morning. I’m rarely sick
more than one day. But apparently the immune system didn’t fall asleep, it took
a hiatus. The next day the chills and most of the aches were gone but the
nausea, dizziness and exhaustion had taken root. I couldn’t walk across the
room without needing a two hour nap to recover. I couldn’t stomach anything more than water
and most times not even that. I woke the
next day after a restless sleep feeling even worse. How could this be possible?
I called in sick to the day job for a second day. Hubby brought me home some Gatorade
to replenish my electrolytes and potassium levels. I managed two small glasses
before my stomach cried, “Enough already!”
This morning I felt a little better. The nausea has subsided
enough that I had a piece of toast with my Gatorade for breakfast. I even
emptied the compost bin. Although that left my knees shaking and my head
spinning so I had to sit down for about an hour afterwards. Still not well enough to make it into work.
The last time I suffered an epic flu like this was around 1992, a little over
20 years ago. I’m perfectly happy if I don’t see it again for another 20. Maybe
by then I’ll learn to be a better sick person, but I wouldn't hold my breath.
I hate being sick - luckily, like you, I usually miss all the stuff going around because of an awesome immune system.
Hope you're feeling better soon, Kelly. And there's nothing wrong with a little whining or groaning when you're sick!
Gatorade? Good idea!
Hopefully you're on your way to getting better soon! Take care!
get well soon yaaro...
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