I think I have the plague.
Stephen and I do not feel well. Friday I took the day off work for a high fever, and yesterday I started sneezing and coughing. I went to bed at 7:30. This morning I feel like my head is three times its normal size and I was too weak to knock Sprocket off the headboard this morning when he woke me up by trying to climb the horizontal blinds. I have taken over the living room couch, and it was going pretty well until Steve jumped up here with me with runny eyes and a big warm puppy nose. We are leaning against each other like shipwreck victims on a tiny inflatable raft. Louise is up here too, purring and throwing herself against Steve. I think maybe that's why he's so clingy---he's not sure what to do with the sudden feline affection. Together we three are pathetic.
I know I just have the same stupid virus everyone else has. The air has been unusually dry around here and illness has been breeding like a vile little pair of bunny rabbits. The girl I sit next to at work has it, Lovell and his lady have it, I'm pretty sure I've given it to Bryan and Mike. For some reason the worst type of infection is always the virus, which is a real bitch 'cause you can't really treat it, you can only hope to boost yourself up enough to get rid of it faster.
You know what's really pissing me off about this though? My steroid immunosuppressants were cut in half two weeks ago. HALF! Meaning I'm supposed to get sick far less and my face is supposed to thin down a little and my teeth won't be so soft. I suppose after being on the dose I was for over a year it's going to take more than two weeks to ease them out of my body, but still. I'm damn disappointed. Maybe I'll get over it more quickly, though. I can only hope.
Until that happens I will be a big fucking baby. I plan on fighting my way to the store in a little bit and stocking up on Zicam swabs (although it's probably too late for that), V8 juice and saline nasal spray.
(Edit: I just checked my symptoms on Web MD's cold or flu checker, and it appears I have the flu, not just a cold. Glorious! Too bad--I thought these muscular aches just meant I was on my way to getting rock hard abs.)
I know I just have the same stupid virus everyone else has. The air has been unusually dry around here and illness has been breeding like a vile little pair of bunny rabbits. The girl I sit next to at work has it, Lovell and his lady have it, I'm pretty sure I've given it to Bryan and Mike. For some reason the worst type of infection is always the virus, which is a real bitch 'cause you can't really treat it, you can only hope to boost yourself up enough to get rid of it faster.
You know what's really pissing me off about this though? My steroid immunosuppressants were cut in half two weeks ago. HALF! Meaning I'm supposed to get sick far less and my face is supposed to thin down a little and my teeth won't be so soft. I suppose after being on the dose I was for over a year it's going to take more than two weeks to ease them out of my body, but still. I'm damn disappointed. Maybe I'll get over it more quickly, though. I can only hope.
Until that happens I will be a big fucking baby. I plan on fighting my way to the store in a little bit and stocking up on Zicam swabs (although it's probably too late for that), V8 juice and saline nasal spray.
(Edit: I just checked my symptoms on Web MD's cold or flu checker, and it appears I have the flu, not just a cold. Glorious! Too bad--I thought these muscular aches just meant I was on my way to getting rock hard abs.)
posted at 8:27 AM
3 Comments:
Stepho, shouldn't you have gotten a flu shot?
Would some carrot soup help?
Scooter, no. Chances are the flu shot itself would have made me more sick than the four day flu I did catch.
I have the Hep shots and those are about all I need.
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