Me, just now. I grew a beard for warmth. Should I keep it? |
Ever since I was, ever, I do attract viruses.
All KINDS of them! When I was in high school I had a cold and the flu at the same time (and my period too), for example, and laid on the big brown couch in the family room, half sensate, watching game shows and napping through the soaps. And not eating, like hardly at all. My stomach could not HANDLE food; just thinking about it made me run for the bucket. I went on the ginger ale and water diet for a week because of it, and because of THAT, I lost a noticeable amount of weight which at the time I might have thought was a good tradeoff. I'm different now.
Some things don't change, it's apparent, at least as far as me and virii.
I had COVID earlier this year, and it too settled in my stomach with largely the same overall effect. Can't recall what other symptoms there were; the GI aspect really took over to the point that I just kept a barf bucket with me wherever I went. Dry heaves became a particular specialty that I wish I could get paid for, such was there vigorous nature.
My abs were very fit by the time the 'rona moved out, let's just say. (And no, I would NOT like to be paid to perform the heaving. My nose and eyes run and the noises that are made are truly primeval).
Since then, my stomach has been HUGELY touchy, which isn't great as it was very prone to being a bad actor in times of stress, which for someone with anxiety is like from 8am to 10pm every day. Sleep is a gift.
So, anyhow, at the beginning of this week a lil' flu virus entered the chat and headed straight to my belly. Of course it did. Biff got it first; it took up residence in his lungs. I would have traded him, but he hates barfing and isn't as good at it as I am, so I took the hit. As if there was ever a choice.
Ah, the low-grade fever, the bone aches, the hot flashes, the river of snot that flows if you bend over, the impending sense of doom when you just know it's going to be 'heave-ho' but can't pinpoint just when...a truly reprehensible state of affairs.
Good job, virus.
I'm on day 5 now, and while evidence of healing is present, we're still not back to 100% yet and I still do not go anywhere without my bucket. It's not worth it, even yet.
My pants are fitting better though, so there's that.
Y'all stay safe out there - we're nowhere near out of the woods, RSV is getting a foot in the door, and this winter's going to be a corker.
Tiff out.
PS - get vaccinated. If I'd been quicker to schedule my flu shot I'm sure I would be better by now. I regret procrastinating.
PPS - it might also be a cold, IDK. Whatever it is, I'm not a fan.
2 comments:
What a year, eh? Here's hoping that 2023 is kinder to you and your poor tummy. Barfing and nausea bring me to tears. You're a stronger, braver person than I am.
Sorry you had to go through that. I’m not a fan of barfing, but the toilet and I are fast friends. Lucky me, my flu shot was obtained in late September.
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