I have been more or less off of the map for the last week or two, and for good reasons (family, holidays, etc.). It was so nice to see everyone. An Introvert's worst nightmare is to get rip-roaringly sick during a social visit, thus necessitating the indignities of navigating social encounters while doped up on cold and flu medications. The first few days of the illness struck while I was at my mother's. My mother was very understanding (as mothers tend to be, but mine is truly awesome at it), and brought me tea and blankets. The first phase of the illness brought an incredibly swollen and painful throat, and an almost complete loss of my voice.
When we got home, my voice was toast and I sounded like Donald Duck Death Metal (yes, you're imagining that in a suitably horrid manner). One would think that the excuse to stay home and "rest" would be welcome...but for the pain and the continued indignity.
My voice returned on Wednesday, and I returned to work. The indignities continued, but morphed from vocal tribulations to a very productive cough (I felt worst for my coworkers, listening to my continued gasps of "EW, gross!!!") and a nose set on running a personal marathon.
I've been heading home at the end of the day (both yesterday and today) feeling absolutely exhausted. There isn't really a reason for the exhaustion other than my body's reaction to my attempts at a normal every-day existence while I shake off the last vestiges of grossness.
I am (once again) incredibly thankful for the understanding of friends and family. I haven't been keen to use the telephone or get together for hang-outs aside from ones that have been in the works for weeks (a concert tomorrow and dinner beforehand have been in the works since mid-November). Be well, readers!
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