Listening to the Voices in My Head

Wing is now in the process of going through the flu I had.

He has the aches and chills, along with the cough. I walked into the bedroom, he looked up at me and in a croaky voice asked "How did you survive this?"

I'm feeling better, but no where near the 'all better' stage. Keito is on the mend... miffed because we won't take the 'Cone of Shame' off, or let him outside. He'll get over it.

Back to feeling cold and in a lot of pain (ribs, diaphragm, large joints). Got up, took some ibuprofen with codeine, and got into the shower. I normally take 4 min shower, with the occasional 10 min when I am washing my mop. Not this time. Lets just say I wasn't conservationally motivated this time.

Once the teeth stopped chattering, I shut the water off, pulled thick terry cloth robe into shower stall, and put it on. Dried off any parts not covered by robe. Draped a blanket over me.

Immediately went into kitchen and nuked a cup of water, added LEMSIP. Currently sipping it now.

Alan said I look like shit, and I am not going to gainsay him on that. He also said "You don't get sick often, but when you do, get hammered." He has been great, making sure I can rest during the day, making sure that I eat something even if I don't want to.

And now Wing thinks he might be coming down with it, too.

I caught Wing 's cold/flu, and it was really hammering me. I swear that even my hair hurt. A dry hacking cough caused by a throat tickle for 2 solid days have left my ribs extremely sore, to the point I wondered if you could break a rib coughing.

Yesterday, I had actually felt worse than I did the day before. Lethargic, feverish, pain. The day before, I had tried the sleep a lot but ended up tossing and turning, not very restful at all. So, yesterday, I stayed up until I just couldn't keep my eyes open, took a nap about 4pm, back up at 6pm. Ate a very small meal, and then back to bed. I slept through most of the night.

Got up this morning, feeling weak as a kitten, but not so lethargic, not trying to hack a lung across the room, and the fever appears to be gone now. Ribs still sore as all get out, but since I'm not coughing as much, it's more an annoyance now.

Still not too eager to meet edibles, though.

This isn't a cold, but the flu. I would have been over a cold by now, but this thing is hanging on and making all of us miserable. Me for lack of sleep, the coughing and other joys of the flu, and Wing because he is stuck sleeping on the couch in the other room because I just can't stop coughing.

The upside to this is the cats find my 'warmer than usual' self quite comfy for snugging up to, as it's been cold and damp. heh

The goodish news is I do feel somewhat better than I did two days ago, but get tired so damned easily.

It's not so much the household chores I mind, it's how when I have the flu, I cringe to think of the dirty clothes, kitchen, floors. Don't get me wrong, I am not a Donna Reed, but when the supposed sentient males in the house don't bother with basic tidying, I want to clean one small space for me, and let them sit in swill. *sigh*  But that would only mean even more assbusting chores for me afterwards.

It seems so trivial compared to what is going on in the world, but dusting and cleaning when one is doing ones best imitation of trying to cough a lung up, it's a big thing at the time.