So the dreaded lurgies finally caught up with me, it has been my week of hell and the weeks not over yet. I have been so sick it’s just plain ridiculous. I mean really who has time for this. It was inevitable with all the trainees coughing and sneezing all over me, I now have a fear of confined spaces. Because that’s where I reckon I caught it.
A few days ago my stomach was doing summersaults so I knew something was adrift, then my throat felt like it was on fire and I coughed and coughed and coughed. Joy!!!! Surely I can blame this on someone, anyone will do.
I soldiered on the next day, thinking I would spread some of the joy that others had inflicted on me, I could after all still walk at this point in time. I did not make all the calls I had as I spent some considerable time in the loo instead.
I have dosed my self up on Betadine, gargling every few hours, thinking that will kill it, alas no, so then I added Mersondol, to dull the pain, which in turn turned me into a zombie, then I added, a cough mixture, I tried to convince the pharmacist that I could take the cough mixture every 4 hours and the same product in a capsule every eight hours do fill in the in-betweens. NO said he that is dangerous and you are overdosing, okay say I as I slink away with my $19 cough mixture.
I have been sucking on Strepsil cough and throat lozenges like they are going out of fashion and then read the label. Reading labels is not my thing, as that would require conforming to instructions, which I am not very good at either. The label said take one every 2 to 3 hours, well please, I am having one every half hour, they didn’t last long or do much either. Homemade honey and lemon drinks and the last of a slice ginger crunch didn’t really help either, but it was worth a shot.
I couldn’t physically move, no I don’t think I was to drugged up to care, my whole back ached from coughing all the living long day, I wrapped my arms around my ribs as I coughed as I know of someone who coughed so much they fractured their ribs, I wasn’t going down that path. I lay in bed and only left it to visit the bathroom.
Family arrived home after work, Michael popped his head in to see if I was still alive, Brittany come in to bring me water and asked if she could bring me back some ice cream or an icy pole on her way back from a dinner date.
I lay in bed and could hear all this drilling and thought to myself what the hell is he doing drilling, damn I couldn’t get out of bed to check, very frustrating, drifting in and out of consciousness. Then he comes knocking at the door, telling me he had some soup. The drilling noise was in fact the blender.
Brittany said he had all the cookbooks out saying, sick people like soup; he made me Leek, Potato and Macadamia nut soup.
I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled to the table, sat down and cried, I felt so foul, I can remember three other times feeling this bad.
- When I was 8 and had chickenpox
- When I was 15 and had mumps
- When I fell of a bike and had concussion at 17
- When I had severe Bronchitis a few years ago
I have an exciting weekend planned so I am crossing everything that I will be better by then. I am attending an instagram course with the lovely Amanda on Saturday and lunch with some fantastic friends on the Sunday.
Today though I am up and have washed all the bedding, the blankets and covers as I just want to rid the house of any infection. Also I am working on work stuff so the entire week is not lost.
Hope your weeks going better than mine.