The weirdest sick I've ever been...
Thursday evening around six o'clock pm, I was an hour away from being finished with a twelve-hour work day when it first started to hit me. My nose started to run like water and I started sneezing like it was the new cool thing to do. I passively attributed my symptoms to my allergies and thought nothing of it other than that they're a major pain in the ass, even more so than ever, this season. I'm still uncertain if that had anything to do with I was to experience shortly thereafter.
As soon as I arrived home from work I did what I usually do; make myself a quick bite to eat, nothing special, just a boca burger and some pringles and headed off to my room to eat and then get some reading in. About twenty minutes after I had started reading I noticed that I was starting to feel ill. A little achy, some soreness of the throat and slight headache and all I could think was, 'goddammit, I hope this doesn't get any worse'. Oh but it did. Much, much worse. The weird part is, by this time my nose had stopped running and I wasn't sneezing any longer.
I woke up Friday morning at Five o'clock am feeling like hell. But I decided to tough out the work day and pounded four advil and headed off. Big mistake. I suffered thoroughly. The aches got worse, my throat hurt too much to even think about swallowing, my head was threatening to explode, I had absolutely no energy and I was going back and forth between the chills and the sweats like a menopausal woman. I was for lack of a better term, FUCKED.
Finally Seven o'clock rolls around and I leave for home. I felt drunk, but did my best and made it home. Again, I showered but skipped the usal meal and went straight to bed. All through the night I had delirious dreams that were very vivid and very real feeling. I don't remember any of them, but I'll bet I talked in my sleep a lot, as a matter of fact I woke myself up a couple of times because of it. At two different intervals I woke up and it was literally like someone had splashed a bucket of water on my bed I was sweating so hard. I couldn't even believe it myself...very surreal. I had never in my life sweat out that much. And mind you all the while, I'm experiencing this without a runny nose, no cough, no flem, and no sneezing. So it wasn't a regular ol' cold or flu virus. Who knows, bacterial maybe? I highly doubt it was food poisoning, being that everything I had eaten beforehand were frozen goods that you reheat in the microwave.
So here I am, Sunday morning, feeling a lot better, but still a little out of it wondering, what the fuck was that all about?
As soon as I arrived home from work I did what I usually do; make myself a quick bite to eat, nothing special, just a boca burger and some pringles and headed off to my room to eat and then get some reading in. About twenty minutes after I had started reading I noticed that I was starting to feel ill. A little achy, some soreness of the throat and slight headache and all I could think was, 'goddammit, I hope this doesn't get any worse'. Oh but it did. Much, much worse. The weird part is, by this time my nose had stopped running and I wasn't sneezing any longer.
I woke up Friday morning at Five o'clock am feeling like hell. But I decided to tough out the work day and pounded four advil and headed off. Big mistake. I suffered thoroughly. The aches got worse, my throat hurt too much to even think about swallowing, my head was threatening to explode, I had absolutely no energy and I was going back and forth between the chills and the sweats like a menopausal woman. I was for lack of a better term, FUCKED.
Finally Seven o'clock rolls around and I leave for home. I felt drunk, but did my best and made it home. Again, I showered but skipped the usal meal and went straight to bed. All through the night I had delirious dreams that were very vivid and very real feeling. I don't remember any of them, but I'll bet I talked in my sleep a lot, as a matter of fact I woke myself up a couple of times because of it. At two different intervals I woke up and it was literally like someone had splashed a bucket of water on my bed I was sweating so hard. I couldn't even believe it myself...very surreal. I had never in my life sweat out that much. And mind you all the while, I'm experiencing this without a runny nose, no cough, no flem, and no sneezing. So it wasn't a regular ol' cold or flu virus. Who knows, bacterial maybe? I highly doubt it was food poisoning, being that everything I had eaten beforehand were frozen goods that you reheat in the microwave.
So here I am, Sunday morning, feeling a lot better, but still a little out of it wondering, what the fuck was that all about?