So, I've been sick. Like super sick. I had COVID and I was in bed (unable to even roll over to take medicine) for the last ten days. I didn't eat for eight of those ten days. None of the stuff urgent care gave me put a dent in this. It's in my chest, but not my lungs, thank God. My husband has been making up for the two years he wasn't home by helping out. He was working in Colorado for a while. 😁
To give you some perspective, I had pneumonia a month or so ago and I was in bed only two days. I thought that was really bad. Then I picked this up and I thought it was going to end me. I had COVID two and a half years ago (my kids brought it home). That wasn't bad at all. No symptoms, just felt like garbage and I did not need to stay in bed for any reason. That lulled me into a false sense of security.
Anyway, tough last ten days. I'm still coughing like an old smoker, but at least today I walked around outside, and took some photos of my garden, that is waking up for spring. I'm still spending most of the day laying down. A lot of it with my eyes closed. I'm so tired of being in bed! But I don't feel like I'm dying now. Just sick.
To combat the regularity of illness in our house: my kids and I are now being seen by an allergist. Our allergies keep us raw inside so my kids pick everything available at their schools up, and bring it home (although my husband brought the COVID home.)
Allergy tests, on my two teenage boys, earlier this week. When I say we have allergies, I'm talking on a whole other level than what most people have.
Anyway, we're going to attempt to start treating the allergies, because my kids miss ginormous amounts of school in the fall and winter. Once the cedar and juniper calm down, then we're OK for the rest of the school year. Right now my oldest boy is home with a stomach bug (or COVID, I don't know yet, we'll have to bring him in).
I swear. We are just flattened every fall/winter and I didn't even think about allergens creating the right conditions to pick up every virus out there. Plus, I'm in my early fifties and my husband is almost 60. We're too old to be dealing with kid germs on this level.
So, I'm doing way better. Hopefully my kids don't get too sick with this. When my husband brought this home he was sick for a single day. It almost killed me. Days upon days of horrible symptoms.
Anyway. That virus is still out there. And how sick you get seems kind of random. I'm currently thanking God I've grabbed a toe hold and started pushing myself out of this. I do recommend taking prednisone if they offer it. I turned it down because I can't sleep on it, and now I'm regretting that decision. So much mucus. So much coughing. Also, they have some sort of Tamiflu type thing now for it, but it reacts to some of my medications, so I couldn't take it.
If you start going downhill, go get seen. Not something to put to chance. But, I made it out of the other side. Yay!
The much less sick:
Crazy Green Thumbs
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