So, I got sick.
I had a little cough on Sunday morning that got worse as the day went on and then overnight became one of those "you might soon see your lungs up close and personal" kinds of coughs. Monday morning, after I got the kids off to school, I went back to bed with a fat orange cat and, wow, the weight of the covers made me seriously doubt whether I could get back up.
But I had a date to meet a friend for knitting (my knitting has been languishing for lack of good company) so I took a bath and dressed warmly and thought," Dang, I am so SORE. That was really a hard yoga class yesterday."
I took my temperature. 102 degrees.
Wow, really? I still debated going to see my friend until I realized that A) that's crazy and B) that's really crazy.
I called my friend and cancelled and then I made myself some tea and went back to bed.
My husband had to leave work and pick up the kids from school because, y'all, I could NOT get out of bed. Seriously, I can be tough, you know (shut up) and I was just totally incapacitated. When he got home with them, he packed me up and took me to the Minute Clinic. He's taken the kids there so often that after he signed me in, reflexively, he handed me his phone to play with.
Anyway, the nurse practitioner diagnosed me with the flu. Before she diagnosed me, though, she told me she was going to recommend treatment for the flu even if the test didn't show that conclusively. "Because you look absolutely...terri-EXHAUSTED."
So, I had that going for me.
Y'all, I was so sick. Sick enough that I will vow to you to get a flu shot every year for the rest of my life. Seriously, I know it's not 100% effective in warding off the scourge but if it's even 50% effective, it's worth it. I couldn't even KNIT. I couldn't read. I couldn't write. All I could do was lie under the (incredibly heavy) covers and pray that I hadn't given it to anyone else. I don't understand what it is about the flu that leaves you feeling like you've been in a car accident --my body is so sore. I just took a bath and there was some concern (well, okay, on my part) that I wasn't going to be able to get back out of the tub.
(As an aside, because it's me and all, this is what I see every time I go into my bathroom now.
|(He doesn't normally get up on the counter but he was trying to get closer to me so he could grab me by my pajama shirt and demand canned food.)|
A few weeks ago, my orange tabby Edward had another one of his spells of lunacy brought on by his inability to poop (he has plumbing problems since his six week AWOL stint) and, rather than have him pee on my bed AGAIN, I fixed him a nice little nest in our master bathroom. There's a--hello! --litter box in there and I was hoping that maybe he'd--I know it's a stretch--try to USE IT. So I brought food and water up and then I shut him in so I could listen to him curse me in foul cat language until I let him out.
Our other orange cat, THOMAS, on the other hand, thought this idea of having a buffet and a litter box somewhere on an entirely different floor from the dogs was the best thing he'd ever heard of. And while he's not exactly a Rhodes Scholar, there is enough room in his brain for at least one thought and that thought is: FOOD. Especially if the getting of said food does not cause him much effort. So now, he is full-time lobbying for the master bathroom as his own personal spa and restaurant.
Which makes me laugh mostly, even if it has added kind of a creepy feeling of being watched when I'm in the bathtub.)
So, anyway, I got really, horribly sick, so sick I couldn't do anything but lie under the covers and moan.
And then I started feeling better. (All hail the Tamiflu! --possibly the best medical invention of recent years.)
But the thing about having the 'flu is that no one wants to have anything to do with you while you have it. Ever. At all. In case you might still be contagious. In fact, people don't want to see anything that might have been NEAR you. My husband bought me a box of 50 (!) face masks to wear when I'm near other people in hopes of stopping the plague before it goes any further.
Just now, I went downstairs to take my sheets to the laundry room (I am trying to de-germify my surroundings) and the whole family basically cowered in the dining room until I got back upstairs. It's not that they don't love me. They just really don't want to be within a ten-foot radius of me. (My husband said, "Are you down here without a mask?" I was. I'm sorry. I forgot. I won't do it again. Look:
Unfortunately, I can't reassure them that I am on the mend because the way this flu thing has worked for me is that I feel better and then I am sure I am DYING and then I feel better and then, uh-oh, DYING. So I am trying to be good and stay quarantined up here in my room.
But it's getting a little lonely up here and Thomas isn't that great of a conversationalist.
Hey, want a tour? That way, you can come see me but not get anywhere close to me. Which is probably all for the best. (Sob.)
Here is my bed:
|Now with fresh, germ-free sheets!|
|Why yes, that is a box of FIFTY face masks amidst all the drugs and water.|
|Array of electronic devices designed to keep me in touch with people without actually, you know, being IN TOUCH with them, if you know what I mean.|
|Newspaper that I haven't looked at.|
|My older daughter, Ana, made me a Puff-Puff Pal to keep me company. I'm naming it, "Wilson."|
|I heart the Tamiflu. If you have flu-like symptoms and you've been anywhere near me in the past four or five days, you should get thee to a Pharmacy and get yourself some Tamiflu. I'm pretty sure it saved my life. (Just not, um, my SOCIAL life.)|
|Such is my husband's routine with the sickos in our house, the first night I was sick, he set up a vaporizer in my room without even waking me up. Now I like having it because it gurgles almost as if it's talking to me.|
|Clearly I am feeling better if I am wearing the garden gnome pajamas! See!? Um...Hello? Family? Anyone? This thing on...?|
|We cats SNEER at your silly flu germs! But we're not letting you play with us unless there's food involved.|