Day 6 of the dreaded flu. The one I was urged to get a shot
for.
This is the first day I am upright in a chair, spurred on by
an e-mail about insufficient funds in my checking account. Another worry to
being sick means no work and no income so that $34 means a lot right now.
Weakness couples with wariness. My body ached in a way I have never experienced
in my 42 years and never having been 42 before I suppose age may have tweaked
this issue
Mark fell victim first. He complained of a naggy cough that
I attributed to an earlier hike, knowing down deep if it was the flu I was
next. No quarter. Black flag flapping over my head.
I went through Monday unscathed. Tuesday dawned and as I plotted
my work for the week, a cough cropped up. Nothing special. Almost passable as
an allergy. It followed me through the day, deepening, growing insistent. I
cancelled my Tuesday plans, describing the symptoms to one friend who
groaned; “Oh no, Laura, that’s how the flu started with me.”
And for me as well.
Sleep was broken and I am not sure if the weird
visions were the result of actual REM or lucid thinking (all were freaky Yellow
Submarine-esque). Fever followed with chills and sweats but I was so sick I could not muster
the energy to kick blankets off . Even my ankle bones hurt. The
worst part was the cough. You never know how much you need abdomen muscles
until you have to hack. I feel like I have been working out to Abs of Steel
when in reality the only position I can manage is supine on my couch with my
eyes closed listening to the Jodi Arias trial. That was a big deal too. I know
how sick I am when I absolutely don’t care what’s on TV—much to Mark’s delight.
He recovered faster and was able to rejoin the living but I am still firmly
planted on the couch, too fearful of relapse. Because only this morning I woke
up with a temperature and a high fever and segued into feeling almost (dare I
say) good this late afternoon. Relapse is high and I don’t care for a repeat
performance. At all.
But the flu also has (eeep!) blessings. Being sick
forces indulgence. Read. Watch some bad TV. Read.
Let others take care of you. Read. Contemplate the things you take for granted, daily
walks, coffee with friends, writing on a whim. Read. And rest to your heart’s
content.
And read.
Even this 500 word blog is tiring me out.