Under the weather
In case you’ve been wondering if I was abducted by aliens or kidnapped by the Sinaloa Cartel, it’s neither. I’m just under the weather.
This has been a shitty week. Monday, I woke up in the night with an earache and it’s been downhill ever since. Fever, cough, sore throat, stiff neck, aching muscles. By Thursday, I had transformed into the biggest baby on the planet, woe-is-me-ing my way through the day.
I hate being under the weather. Especially since I live alone and have nobody to whine to — and whining to the cat is wholly unsatisfactory.
My dad left me a couple of COVID tests in my mailbox yesterday evening on the outside chance it was the WuFlu.
Now that I have taken a home COVID test, I can tell you all those years of being told not to stick things up my nose seem rather short-sighted.
It was negative by the way. Though I think I may not have kept the Q-tip thingy in my nose as long as I should have. You’re supposed to swirl it around up there for like 15 seconds per nostril. I’m fairly certain I bailed too soon, but I can’t say for sure since I didn’t time it.
Personally, I would prefer it was COVID. At least then I wouldn’t have to worry that I have something normal people take antibiotics to get rid of. Unless I have a secret desire to cut off the flow of oxygen to my brain, antibiotics aren’t an option for me.
Fortunately, the fever has not gotten over 101 degrees all week. But even hovering in the 100-degree range for five days straight takes its toll.
By way of comfort food, I ordered several entrees from my local Indian restaurant to tide me over. India-Indian, not Elizabeth Warren-Indian. You’d think spicy food would be a bad idea when your throat is sore. But I find the burn oddly soothing.
Anyroad.
Pray this burns out of me on its own. Because if I need antibiotics to clear this up, I’ll be even further under the weather than I already am. Six feet under.
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You are in our thoughts and prayers for a speedy recovery!
No chances being taken here, “…dad left me a couple of COVID tests in my mailbox…”
Maybe, invent a (another) game with your pet. Perhaps, “What the Cat Said.”
Your regular writing is missed and the lack is also wholly unsatisfactory, all around
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Now all you need is another lupus flare to cap off your week.
Sorry you’re sick.
For your time of need.
Psalm 121:1-8
I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot be moved;
he who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, he who keeps Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is your keeper;
the Lord is your shade on your right hand.
The sun shall not strike you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all evil;
he will keep your life.
The Lord will keep
your going out and your coming in
from this time forth and forevermore.
Thoughts and prayers for your recovery, Dianny. So sorry you are having to contend with this ailment. Glad the test was negative and you don’t have to go through anything covid on top of what you’re already dealing with.
Sorry to hear this, Dianny. Hope you feel better soon!
Chlorine dioxide.
Sorry to hear you’re down with the crud — hope you can rebound swiftly.
Let me share with you my remedy, which always works for me although it usually takes about 3 days to kick in: Two chocolate chips cookies every 4 hours….they may not cure the illness but they taste great!
Hope you’re doing better by now!
Happy Mom’s Day to Dianny’s mama!