I woke up yesterday morning feeling tired and worn down, with a bit of a cough… But I thought very little about it, frankly, because I’d been out the night before at a smoke-filled establishment and could’ve used a little more sleep. I figured a hot shower and a good breakfast should fix that right up, but it didn’t do the trick.
I’m officially sick. And I’m fervently hoping that the people whispering “H1N1” in my ear are wrong.
It’s not like I’m deathly ill… I’m TIRED a lot, and when I cough I find myself locked up in a desperate involuntary attempt to hack up some junk in my lungs. After that first initial burst of air from my throat, which normally clears up whatever tickle is irritating it, my chest seizes up and I find myself with a horrid taste in the back of my throat.
You may safely assume that I am not at my sexiest.
And you know what’s really weird? The back of my legs hurt! Not like the muscles are stiff, but like the tendons on either side of the back of my knees are sore. (Please, no jokes about overexerting my knees…) I definitely had a fever for part of yesterday, though today I don’t seem to be having one.
Several people have said that I should immediately go to the doctor’s office, in case I have H1N1 (also known as the “swine flu”) But I did some quick research on the Center for Disease Control website, and confirmed my suspicion: even if it is H1N1, unless I’m frighteningly sick there’s not a thing they’ll do for me. Lots of rest and lots of liquids.
So either way, I’m just slugging through it. I’m not in a lot of pain, or suffering from debilitating symptoms… I’m just inconvenienced, annoyed, and tired.
And I really want a damned bread bowl full of soup. Fortunately, after I posted a Facebook status petulantly requesting that someone deliver me one, I received this txt msg from Thijson down in Florida:
Good lookin’ out, Thijs.