So far, it’s been quite the week for her.
As of early Monday morning, March 5th, 2018, it hit without much warning. She knew she was in trouble, but not to what extent. It didn’t seem quite so powerful then, certainly not enough to keep her home from work.
On Monday afternoon, trouble grew. Into tiredness, inability to think, her chest tightening,a cough developing. Quitting time became an hour before quitting time. That’s all she wrote. In her mind, she’d probably stay home on Tuesday and be back to work on Wednesday. Unfortunately, the mind doesn’t always guess the correct answer.
By Tuesday afternoon, it was clear this may be a two-day event. The chest tightened further and she coughed the kind of dry, unproductive cough that made her whole body hurt. The mind became unclear, unfocused with only a few attempts to watch TV or eat a nourishing meal. Funny, this “thing” that invaded her body, left the stomach alone. So far, the Ventriculus allowed her to eat when needed, without any repercussions. She was thankful as the 24-hour stomach flu had hit only a month before, no thanks to the flu shot that didn’t serve a purpose this season.
Wednesday morning came and she thought she felt a little better, but that was deceiving. The cough kept a strangle-hold on her throughout the day and she finally resigned herself to calling the doctor’s office the following morning. With time to kill and nowhere to go, she responded to the comments of a blog post she had written and scheduled the prior Sunday. Being on the computer wasn’t the most enthralling, but there isn’t much to do when home and not feeling well other than bed rest, kitty snuggles, TV and computer. On the TV front, she found marathons of NCIS, NCIS LA, Empty Nest, Bones and That 70’s Show. The latter cracked her up since the actor who played Fez is now a hunky grown-up on NCIS. Regular daytime TV still sucks unless you catch a favorite actor on a talk show or simply laugh with Ellen DeGeneres. It passed the time, but wasn’t doing anything to relieve the coughing. So far, neither was the Mucinex.
So, off she trotted to the doctor’s office on Thursday morning. That morning was very interesting. Wednesday was the first night she slept like the dead. Except for getting up once to empty the bladder, it was lights out. The only problem is that the ten hours of sleep didn’t seem to be enough. It was difficult to stand for more than five minutes at first, even harder to take a shower in preparation of seeing the doctor. She wanted badly to lay back down and keep sleeping, but the 9:30 a.m. appointment kept her going. She wasn’t sure how she would drive herself to the doctor’s office, but there are always open car windows available. If nothing else, some cold air would keep her alert.
No problem getting to the doctor’s office. She made it just fine without any open windows. Still tired, she checked in and climbed the stairs (what was she thinking?) to the second level where the nurse took her into the exam room. Nurse Judy did all the usual blood pressure and temperature taking and asked a hundred questions before the doc entered the room. She has known this doc for years and trusts him to be open and honest with her. After examination of the facts surrounding her case and a check for ear infection or pneumonia, the doc had a diagnosis.
Doc called it a “mild case” of influenza. Well, it didn’t feel “mild,” especially since he told her to stay home the rest of the week, but she compared it to her boss’s recent bout of influenza that made the boss think she was going to die at one point. She could honestly say that she has had no thoughts of dying, but rather thoughts of, “When will this crap be over with? I have things to do. Places to go. People to meet.” Obviously, this wasn’t going to happen for at least another three or four days. Bummer. She drove home, went back to bed, and slept another two hours.
As of Friday morning, she is a little less tired, the chest has let loose over the course of the last 24 hours, and she is craving chocolate chip mint (coconut milk) ice cream. It’s a good sign. So far, her two cats have been happy that mom has been home all week and that she’s become a bit of a cat herself…lounging around, sleeping, eating, etc. Her boy, the attention seeker, has been getting some serious lap time during the week and she wonders what’s going to happen when she goes back to work next week. He’s gonna be mad. Mad, mad, mad.
But then he’ll get over it as she will get over the mild influenza.
It’s Saturday morning, she has written her story and prepares to spend another day of lounging. It will be a better day, maybe one in which she can step outside and smell the crisp, cool air for more than ten minutes without wanting to lay down.
PS: The writer has not totally subscribed to the SoCS rules. Influenza brain causes mental fogginess and a need for some editing. She read “so far” as the prompt, but her brain had her writing the entire post with “as of.” A slight re-write was required but so far and as of this moment, no one has taken away any bonus points. Fingers crossed…
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with a healthy blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.
Just go with the flow.
Like a babbling brook, ambling stream or running river. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making.