A bad day
Yesterday was a bad day.
It was nothing to do with it being Easter or even a Sunday. It was just a bad day though it might have been better if the Grandkids had been around, but they weren’t. The times that are in it and all that.
It all started the night before, though I didn’t realise it at the time. It was only yesterday I realised that I had somehow forgotten to take my night time medication, which I might add is an extreme rarity. The odd time I’ll forget the morning lot but not so the night-time fistful.
I happily went to sleep at around one, which is perfectly normal for me. Then at around three I woke for a pee. Again, not a nightly thing but still nothing remarkable. But could I get back to seep again? No fucking chance. I tossed and turned and eventually got up around at nine. I felt fucking awful.
Naturally my infection thingy decided to have a field day. My nose ran like a tap, my eyes felt like they were about to explode and I had a constant headache so I had to feed myself with paracetamol all day. There was no chance of a doze in my chair, though I tried so hard. The more I tried to doze the worse I felt. I hadn’t felt that bad in years.
I went to bed early which is an extreme rarity for me. I fell asleep. Bliss.
This morning at around half five Herself woke me out of a very deep and much needed sleep. She wanted tea and toast. She thought it was half eleven, not half five though the fact that it was pitch dark should have been a clue.
Okay I’m sorry for some of what I said. I didn’t really mean that bit about her ancestry.
I doubt it would have been physically possible anyway.
Still as funny as feck)
No platitudes, superfluous advice, or facetiousness.
Just look after yourself and remember that many, many people are rooting for you.
And I am sure that some of them are Aussies.
And I am sure that some of them are Aussies. I'm fucked so……..
I had a blast of something similar to those symptoms about 3 weeks ago, after going to Manchester 3 weeks ago, and spending 3hrs a day in buses visiting a relative in hospital, from a hotel that had a lot of Chinese guests.
By "those symptoms", I mean sinus headache (blinding), balance problems, nose-bleeds, and dribbling nose. Subsided after about 10 days. These don't correspond with plague symptoms very well, but naturally I wondered whether I'd had "it", mildly-ish. (I'm 68). No point in even trying to go to a quack. Consider it quite possible I got "it", given how little is known, or told.
I genuinely don't mind being thought risky, or at risk, or complying with all the bullshit. But it's quite possible I've got antibodies, if there are means to or interest in detecting them.
Welcome Pi [I'm assuming that's what your name alludes to?]. I doubt my little affliction is the Dreaded Lurgy. I have had it for while now and have already been on two courses of antibiotics [obviously neither worked]. That was before the Lurgy even hit the headlines. I have been very reluctant to go back to Doc as I'm sure he is up to his eye on lesser problems.
Anyway I have had the BCG injection, I'm Caucasian, have a negative blood group and am a smoker, all of which at one point or another have pointed towards a natural resistance. Heh!
Your “infection thingy” sounds like my seasonal allergies. Welcome to my nightmare !
Fuck! I hope not. No – it's definitely an infection and not an allergy.
Sorry you're feeling so bad and I'm sure missing your night time meds didn't help. I know it doesn't help me one bit on the rare times I miss them or the haranguing I get from my wife when I do (probably due to the kicking I give her since my night time meds includes the pill that quiets my restless legs).
So here's to you feeling better and remembering your pills.
Thanks Kirk [M]. I have just been doling out the weeks supply into our 7-day AM/PM boxes. I hate that job but it does at least show me what I have forgotten to take.