Misery

After working for 15 days straight, I am on day three of one of the worst sicknesses I’ve ever had. Mel is on day five and just starting to feel functional. Today is the first day she’s left the house since she went to the doctor on Monday.

It feels like some thing with sharp talons has grabbed the front of my face from the nose up. It’s squeezing, has cut off my air supply and won’t let go. I’ve been through so many tissues I should have bought stock in Kleenex. I have cracked lips and a sore throat from mouth breathing. I’m able to get temporary relief from decongestants but nothing can touch the pressure headache. Not ibuprofen, not paracetamol with codeine, not Tylenol PM. My ears itch and my body aches.

Fortunately, I have not had any intestinal distress. In the middle of all this Mel had a bout of vomiting and diarrhea that might have won awards — if there were such a thing. She swears it’s unrelated to this cold/flu sickness we both have. I hope she is right. I’m not prepared to have that kind of insult added to my injury right now.

I’m hoping I’ll feel good by tomorrow. Time to go back to bed.

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