Just when I was getting back into the swing of things here, I was “fortunate” enough to contract influenza. I actually started coming down with it in late February, but it didn’t get really bad until after the first of March. Just to give you an idea of how sick I really was, here’s a list of what plagued me throughout my time with Captain Trips.
- Got flu from people I live with on 23rd February.
- Body ache
- Runny nose
- Swollen glands at base of ears
- Constant cough
- Foul taste in mouth and inner odour
- Eye pain with green discharge
- Nausea and vomiting
- No appetite
- Difficulty keeping down fluids - probably very dehydrated now, because heart is pounding with minimal activity
- Dizziness and weakness
- High fever at first (103.2 on 2/25) and sporadic low-grade fever since, the latest being two nights ago, when the eye thing started)
I vaguely remember going to one of my doctors on March 3rd. Apparently, I was so bad off, she prescribed me meds, put me in her car, took me to the drugstore, went in and bought my meds, plus a load of OTC stuff to help me, then brought me home. I need to check and see if she paid for all of it with my card or if she used her own money. I hope she didn’t get sick as well.
My final symptom was getting an eye infection in both eyes, accompanied with another fever. There was one day when I actually had to fumble blindly to get a hot wash cloth in order to melt away the glue from my eyes after a couple hours of sleep. Even then, I couldn’t get my eyes entirely open. I looked like the banjo player from Deliverance. There’s no doubt it was conjunctivitis, and the Mother Unit took me and dropped me off at the ER so I could get some meds for it, because she didn’t want to end up getting sick again. But the wait was so long, and I was so weak from being sick for suck an extended period of time, I had to get a taxi back to the house. (The Unit was with Matt who had cut himself badly enough to need stitches. His left arm is still wrapped up.) I barely remember getting back to the house, and I found out a few days later that I lost my debit card. I’m waiting for a new one.
When I finally started coming out of my haze, I still didn’t feel like doing anything but staring at things, so I decided to re-binge watch Breaking Bad. I spent a few days doing that and just staring into nothingness, coughing and wheezing. Four days ago, I finished Breaking Bad and, even though I had watched the series once before, this time I’m grieving that it’s over. I’m just fucking bereft. I don’t know what to do with myself. I have some Walking Dead I could watch, but it’s like being offered a puppy after your dog of 15 years has died. No thanks, mate. I will never have another dog. Like that. It’s gonna take me some time.
My greatest regret about being so sick is that I promised Barry I would promote the latest Shriekback release. He sent me the information and whatnot to download, and I failed to do so because I was so out of my head with the Superflu. Now, I’m not sure where we stand on it and if it’s too late for me to proceed. I need to ask, but I’m ashamed. I’ve tried my best never to let the Shrieks down, and I’ve done so in spades this time around. I kind of suck.
I still have the cough, and I have no doubt I’ll develop bronchitis, because I always do. Hopefully, I can hold out on seeing a doctor until my appointment on 4/18 with my new primary care physician. I had to chance doctors because the one I had behaved extremely unprofessionally with me a couple of times, and actually failed to treat me for a UTI I had, telling me I had one, but not prescribing anything for it. The cardiologist she needlessly sent me to was the one who prescribed the antibiotics I needed. So I had to say buh-bye to that doctor. My insurance told me that the change in doctors was effective immediately so, if the cough gets progressively worse, I may call to see if I can be seen earlier. They have long hours six days a week, as well as a good walk-in policy, so hopefully it won’t be a problem.
So that’s what’s been going on with me. This year has so far been chock full of uber-suck when it comes to health. I just hope I can get my shit together by September.