The background story
It started last Friday night, I was sitting at my kitchen table chatting with a friend when the sore throat came. I was immediately concerned. I drank a lot of water and hoped that it would go away and that I was worried over nothing. That night I went to Perth with a few girlfriends to The Voodoo Lounge to watch a Polercise competition. In the car ride up my neck muscles started to ache, I knew I was in trouble but it was too late to turn around and come home. We stayed in Perth till midnight then drove home, I had a few hours sleep then got up for work the next day, by this point I knew that I was in for a week of hell.
A viral infection. For me it feels like a shorter slightly milder case of Glandular Fever. I had Glandular Fever when I was in year 12, I was off school for two weeks and it was the worst. If you have ever had a bad case of it you will know what I mean. Now, I get these mini versions at least twice a year if I am not careful. It starts with the sore throat, then the aching muscles, pounding head that feels like it's stuffed with cotton wool, sore, swollen glands, and the inability to breathe properly for days. I get it so bad that I can't sleep, it consumes me, it feels like I have been hit by a truck and then a bus and there is basically not a damn thing you can do about it. Sometimes my doctor will give me antibiotics but most of the time the only thing I can do is take Panadol and Nurofen as often as is allowed and rest.
Now I should have gone home early on Saturday, as soon as it started I should have gone home and gone to bed, unfortunately after being in Perth at a strip club till midnight it doesn't look so good to your co workers when you say that you don't feel well. So I told them I was unwell but stayed. On Sunday I woke up feeling pretty awful but I knew i'd be able to suck it up through a short Sunday shift, basically we need the money and I can't afford to lose a whole Sunday wage, I called my boss and told her I was sick and asked if it was ok if I bailed early if it was quiet. She said it was absolutely fine and offered to get my shift covered. I should have said yes but I said no. Idiot move in hindsight. I really should have gone home early that day, I could have, it wasn't that busy and we had enough staff but for one reason or another I ended up being the last person to leave that day.
The thing you have to realise is that I don't like to whine all day. I felt like shit those two days but after mentioning it initially I didn't bring it up again. I didn't complain all day about my sore head and aching muscles. I just sucked it up and got on with it. I chose to go to work feeling not 100% so I had to deal with it. Of course, other people confuse this with "she's not complaining so how bad could it be?" It was bad. I just don't cry about it. I also hate calling in sick to work. I will happily send people home who are sick, I will get shifts covered, stay longer myself, cater to others but when it's me uggh I just feel like a burden, it is something I really need to get over.
On Monday I worked a few hours in the morning and then went to a funeral, Tuesday I woke up feeling like death and stalked my doctors phone line until they opened and calmly told the receptionist that I would "really really like to see someone today please" I was shocked when she easily got me in with my regular doctor. First time I have ever got a same day appointment. He sent me on my way with some antibiotics and advice to rest up. I spent most of the day in bed, but it's hard to just rest when you have a three year old who doesn't understand the concept and just wants to play. Wednesday I felt slightly better but lost all sense of taste. My worst part of being sick but usually where the light at the end of the tunnel appears. Not this time, I couldn't taste anything all day, from breakfast to dinner, it has never lasted that long for me, then I woke up this morning feeling just as shitty, I had to call in sick, I finally took that baby step and did it, and it is now 3.36pm and my sense of taste has still not come back.
Project 'Fuck Being Sick'
There is only so much one person can rest and take painkillers. These last few days I have even resorted to taking two of my codeine tablets that I only keep for extreme situations. When you are sick your body needs rest but after a while it also needs to be told to get it's shit together and start healing. So after watching the entire first season of Hung this morning I got my arse off the couch, put away all my painkillers, had a shower, shaved my legs, washed my hair, put on make-up, put on a cute outfit, (because a good part of feeling better is looking better right?) made a pot of Gorgeous Geisha T2 tea, dragged my deck chair out the back under a tree and have been chilling out here with my dog and my computer. Later on, I am going to take my dog for a walk. I am still sick but I am on the road back to healthy Carrie.
After today it is back to prevention, olive leaf extract every morning, multi vitamins and more exercise and eating properly. yes some of those are basically placebos but there is nothing wrong with a placebo if I think it is working.
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