I started off 2013 in an unexpected way… I woke up on New Year’s Day not with a hangover (because I am self-aware enough to drink in moderation and have a bunch of water and a painkiller before bed) but with what has grown into an awful illness.
I seriously do not remember the last time I have felt this physically miserable.
At first I assumed it was just a run-of-the-mill cold. Tuesday I felt a bit “off” for most of the day, and by the time I went to bed I had a bit of a sniffle and a tickle in the back of my throat. I assumed that would be the worst of it — turns out, that was a terrible assumption.
Throughout the night and into Wednesday morning I was badly congested, and that tickle in the back of my throat (post-nasal drip, I think it’s called?) was worse and kept prompting me to cough every few moments. (As you can imagine, I didn’t sleep worth a darn on Tuesday night, since I kept coughing every time I was about to finally drift off to sleep.) Still, just annoying, not debilitating, right? Not the end of the world. I took an Ambien on Wednesday night so that I could get some sleep, and hoped that I’d be on the mend after a good night’s sleep.
Today has been just plain awful. I’ve gone back and forth from being congested, to coughing fits that wrack my whole body in spasms, to shivering feverishly and fighting fatigue and disorientation, to being drenched in sweat when the fever breaks… I’ve been an absolute mess all day.
And throughout it all, Sal has been an amazing caregiver. He’s tended to my every need and whim, bringing extra pillows and blankets and then taking them away, cooking homemade soup and sandwiches and smiling supportively when I had two bites and couldn’t finish it… He even let me stretch out on the couch and fall asleep with my head on his lap, which must have been irritating when I kept convulsing in coughing fits, but it was an immense comfort to me and he put up with it.
Obviously no-one wants to be sick. I don’t know if this is just a really bad cold (if it is, it’s worse than any that I’ve had in recent memory) or if I’ve managed to come down with the flu… Either way, it sucks. But it’s such a relief to know that when I am at my worst, I have someone like Sal here to take care of me. I’ve honestly been moved to tears today by how sweet and caring he’s been, and I just had to get feverishly mushy here on GatorUptown.com and tell you all about it.
Readers who know Sal, make sure you tell him how awesome he is 🙂