I’m not dead, but I’m not sure that wouldn’t be an improvement. As you know if you read plumtreeblossom
’s journal, I’ve had a nasty flu.
Wednesday night I started feeling icky, and when I went to bed (uncharacteristically early) I texted work to say I wouldn’t be in. Thursday I basically spent all day in bed, spending a few minutes on the computer to say a few things to folks at work (although reading was an effort), and spending a couple hours in hot bath — that long mainly because that’s how long it took me to muster the energy to get out — and except for the occasional ordeal getting downstairs to pee or get something from the fridge (despite my nausea) I spent all day sleeping.
My darling plumtreeblossom
came over and brought me juice and yogurt and similar things to fend off starvation and dehydration, and called cathijosephine
, so she checked in on my and brought me a hot toddy full of ginger before going to bed. I’m so lucky to have people who take care of me.
Friday I again stayed home and spent most of the day in bed, but I was able to focus for about half a movie, and I think my fever broke.
Today, I’m over the fever and joint-ache parts and able to stay mostly conscious, but my nasty cough has started, worse than it usually is. When I start coughing I need to sit down, because if it goes on for very long, I won’t be able to keep my balance, and after the worst coughing fits I feel dizzy tingly all over. Good thing my limbs don’t ache any more, because my chest and belly muscles and throat are in a great deal of pain — the throat not being “sore throat” pain I think, but just injury from coughing. Bleh. Mare is coming over shortly, and is bringing me flu meds. (I’m embarrased to say I just discovered some unexpired cough syrup in the bathroom; if I’d realized I had that last night I might be in better shape.)
Anyway, sorry for whining!