Man, I just cannot seem to shake this cold-flu thing I have had since last week.
I first started feeling puny, as my mom would say, last Wednesday.
It started with chills and nausea that turned my stomach upside down and inside out. I had to leave work early and head for the safety of my bed.
Thursday started with fever, body aches and a massive headache.
Finally, by Friday, I thought I was coming out of it, even though I could not get warm.
Then Saturday I was blessed with a sore throat and the start of a hacking cough.
Sunday brought congestion, a wetter and more disgusting version of the cough.
By Monday I was completely miserable and spent most of the day on the couch.
I even slept with a box of tissues on the pillow next to me.
Today: cough and congestion; sneezing and sniffling.
Through it all I have been exhausted. Just bone-tired. Some of that I attribute to the illness, some to the fact that work has been a beast lately.
It was bad. And I knew that if I did not peel myself off the couch at some point Monday, I would really feel worse in the long run.
So I forced myself to get up. I thought maybe if I moved a little I would generate some energy within myself.
And for the first couple of hours it worked.
I made dinner. The manfriend was even brave enough to come over and share it with me. Baked salmon with dill and lemon juice, sauteed baby zucchini and a mushroom-sage bread pudding that I made up from memories of a great restaurant dish I have had a couple times.
It was great. It was a lovely dinner. I like to make a nice dinner on my faux Sunday night. It feels like a good way to cap the weekend and a good way to head into the new week.
But soon after eating, my eyes started to itch and the sneezing kicked in with a vengeance. I had been sitting too long. The energy was gone.
Poor manfriend. I think he gave me this illness, because he was feeling puny last week (though never as bad as I have had it). But I do hope that I do not pass back this horrid mutation of it that I seem to have.
Anyway, I am off to have another cup of tea and some wheat toast.
Then, yes, I have to try to work up enough energy to go to work. As long as they don't expect me to be pretty today, I might make it through the shift.