"I'm not dead yet...."
Mar. 16th, 2005 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sinanjuAnd even now every Monty Python fan reading this journal is mentally giving the countersign, "You'll be stone dead in a minute."
Saturday morning I woke with a scratchy throat. I treated it with ibuprofin and denial all day, but while it didn't get any worse it didn't get any better either. The lovely and talented![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snippy's own bout of nasty virus-induced illness began this way. I fretted that I'd finally succumbed to the same bug but continued to hope that I was merely paying too much attention to my inner hypochondriac and that this was just the last hurrah of the bug I'd had earlier. By late in the evening I began to conclude that my inner hypochondriac...wasn't. By bedtime, I was weak, feverish and shivering more violently than I had done in years.
After a night that lasted all too long, I lay like the dead til noon. That is nothing new on weekends, but in this case it wasn't laziness or catching up on lost sleep. It was that utter exhaustion that makes even rolling over to reach for a glass of water on the bedside table a matter of 20 minutes mental debate-slash-preparation, garnished with alternately being chilly and overheated. When I did eventually lurch to my feet like an extra in a zombie movie, I shambled along hunched over, weak and achy, feeling (and probably looking) like Prof. Farnsworth.
My lovely wife took wonderful care of me. Fetching whatever I needed or wanted, including going shopping and buy a few things to feed my illness-induced cravings (when's the last time I wanted Fig Newtons? God only knows...) She prepared lots of food for me to eat during the week while she was at work, and made sure the freezer had frozen stuff and the cupboards had soup and the like as well.
So I've languished here at home since then. Sore throat, sinus headache, cough, feverish. It's been swell. Today I woke and for the first time since Saturday morning my mind didn't feel stuffed with cotton. I've reached the stage where I feel enough better to be more aware of how miserable I am; the fog of fever has lifted.
I'll probably miss one more day of work. My sore throat and constant sinus headache are uncomfortable but manageable, but I can't even sit up all day here at home, much less at work. I periodically lie down for a while to rest up for more tv watching. I keep trying to read, but I can't manage more than a page or two before giving up. I don't have the concentration right now. Which is a bummer--even Tivo and a DVD player can only fill so many hours.
Still, the worst is behind me. But if Snippy's experience is anything to go by, I'll still be suffering the lingering effects of this damn bug for two or three more weeks.
Saturday morning I woke with a scratchy throat. I treated it with ibuprofin and denial all day, but while it didn't get any worse it didn't get any better either. The lovely and talented
snippy's own bout of nasty virus-induced illness began this way. I fretted that I'd finally succumbed to the same bug but continued to hope that I was merely paying too much attention to my inner hypochondriac and that this was just the last hurrah of the bug I'd had earlier. By late in the evening I began to conclude that my inner hypochondriac...wasn't. By bedtime, I was weak, feverish and shivering more violently than I had done in years. After a night that lasted all too long, I lay like the dead til noon. That is nothing new on weekends, but in this case it wasn't laziness or catching up on lost sleep. It was that utter exhaustion that makes even rolling over to reach for a glass of water on the bedside table a matter of 20 minutes mental debate-slash-preparation, garnished with alternately being chilly and overheated. When I did eventually lurch to my feet like an extra in a zombie movie, I shambled along hunched over, weak and achy, feeling (and probably looking) like Prof. Farnsworth.
My lovely wife took wonderful care of me. Fetching whatever I needed or wanted, including going shopping and buy a few things to feed my illness-induced cravings (when's the last time I wanted Fig Newtons? God only knows...) She prepared lots of food for me to eat during the week while she was at work, and made sure the freezer had frozen stuff and the cupboards had soup and the like as well.
So I've languished here at home since then. Sore throat, sinus headache, cough, feverish. It's been swell. Today I woke and for the first time since Saturday morning my mind didn't feel stuffed with cotton. I've reached the stage where I feel enough better to be more aware of how miserable I am; the fog of fever has lifted.
I'll probably miss one more day of work. My sore throat and constant sinus headache are uncomfortable but manageable, but I can't even sit up all day here at home, much less at work. I periodically lie down for a while to rest up for more tv watching. I keep trying to read, but I can't manage more than a page or two before giving up. I don't have the concentration right now. Which is a bummer--even Tivo and a DVD player can only fill so many hours.
Still, the worst is behind me. But if Snippy's experience is anything to go by, I'll still be suffering the lingering effects of this damn bug for two or three more weeks.
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Date: 2005-03-17 03:40 am (UTC)Sorry about your illness, it sounds VERY familiar, I think I had it early this winter.
Thanks
Date: 2005-03-17 05:51 am (UTC)