May 19th 2017: A Reminding of What It Means to be "Sick."

Bless me, dear friends - it has been 10 days since my last "accession" (smiling nod to my Catholic friends who will understand the play on words). This is my "addition:" an awakened memory of "being sick."  What follows is my shortened, first-person account.

Mr. Spring Flu, along with Mrs. Shingles and her grown child, Ms. Skin Infection, had a meeting of minds and decided to have their next soiree in my body.  A great time was had by all, with  temperatures soaring into the 100's and

topping out at 103.  Thankfully, Constable Ibuprofen was on call, which kept the heat of the party hovering near 100 degrees.  Although Ms. Urgent Care had not been included as a guest, I was able to wangle an invitation.  Her contributions of doxycycline (antibiotic) and valscyclovir  (antiviral) helped stop the mother-daughter duet, and without their collaborative  entertainment, Mr. Flu grew bored and left after 3 days.  

Yes, dear friends, at one point I was swallowing 11 pills a day.  Those of you who know me will know what a departure this was, and now may more fully understand how sick my body was.  I am now down to 5 a day sans ibuprofen, and am thinking of stopping the antiviral as well.  The antibiotic may continue to be part of my diet, as I am - as of yet - not thoroughly convinced that a tick bite wasn't part of the melee as well (brought in undercover, of course, in one of the women's handbags).

I am now cleaning up the debris left by that obnoxious trio

and whatever they may have brought with them: drinking lots of water; doubling up on my probiotics; working few if any hours; bingeing on Netflix; lying in bed.  Additionally, allergies are kicking in, but the netty pot is coming out.  No, no, no to any "morning after" parties in my sinuses.  Yes, yes, yes to self care. 

 

If you have kept up with any of my previous posts, you may notice a theme here.  Yes, the proverbial 2 x 4 has again landed upside of my head.  On some level, I am very grateful for this illness.  I knew that I was over-doing, but I couldn't seem to shift myself to a different path.  This illness has helped me do so.  I'm wondering if next time, I can simply walk across it rather than having it land upside my head?   

If you are the betting kind, and if you know me, you might bet against the "walk."