I suppose that sounds a bit melodramatic because it’s not like I was dying or anything, but whatever.
First, I owe Puffs Plus an apology. I once complained about only having Puffs Plus in the house, but it turns out Puffs Plus are really good tissues to have when you’re blowing your nose a lot. I used so many tissues while sick that I filled my office trashcan and yet my nose was never red or raw or sore. That was awesome.
I think this other one is really specific (to me), but I’m gonna say it anyway: I fear showering when I’m sick. I think normal people like to shower while sick because who wants to feel dirty on top of feeling sick? Not me. And yet I avoid showering when my nose is stuffed up. (And this is where it gets very specific to me.) Have you ever experienced something like heat exhaustion in the shower? It happens to me a lot. If the shower gets too steamy I start to feel nauseous and light-headed, I get a headache, and I generally feel like I’m going to die. It isn’t fun. And that can happen on a good day. So imagine how much worse it can be on days when I can’t breathe properly even before the hot water starts flowing. The point of this is that I had to convince myself to take a shower this morning even though I felt gross (as in dirty). I made it through the shower without any real problems, too, so I was able to face the day fresh and clean for the first time since I got sick. I think it had a positive impact on my day, too 🙂
I think I’m coming down with something. I have a very localized sore throat. And the fun thing about the sore throat is that no matter what I do, it refuses to be soothed. I had hot tea earlier and it touched every part of my throat except the part that was sore. It was very annoying.
Anyway, I’m pretty sure that staying up until 2 AM (or later) hasn’t been helping any, so I should go to bed now.
I saw that Spike started its annual Star Wars Thanksgiving marathon(s) today. It brought back so many
great memories of Thanksgiving 2010.
We didn’t have Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday because my mom had some kind of fun stomach bug. Instead, we had our big feast on Saturday. So far, so good, right? That night, I woke up to puke because, surprise, I had whatever my mom had had. I was still at my parents’ house, which should have meant that they were around to take care of me. But they were going on a Caribbean cruise come Sunday morning. Lucky for me, though, there was already a supply of ginger ale, saltines, chicken noodle soup, and popsicles in the house. I spent at least three days lying in bed, watching Star Wars movies and trying to sleep. My one other lucky break was that I’d just quit my job, so I didn’t have to take any sick days. I felt well enough to go back to my house before my parents returned from their cruise, but that really wasn’t my best Thanksgiving ever.
(Side note: The last two times I was really sick, my parents were out of the country. How much does that suck? I had the flu in 2007 while my parents were in Belgium. In fact, I had to drive them to the airport on the very day that I got sick. And a day or two later I had to drive myself to the grocery store to buy some soup and soda and whatnot because there wasn’t any in the house. That was less than fun.)
I’m thankful that this Thanksgiving hasn’t been marred by illness.