Wednesday, March 12, 2014

A First Time for Everything

To start, I think I just need to throw out a blanket apology to anyone I've ever laughed at for using the flu as an excuse to not get out of bed for a week.

I've never had the flu before, but this last week was one of firsts. My weak-ass immune system finally caught up with me, and I was down and out for several days with one of the most unpleasant illnesses I've ever come down with. To be completely honest, I actually thought it was just a hangover for the first 12 hours—the symptoms were all the same. Splitting headache? Check. Slightly nauseated? Check. Feverish chills? Check. Body aches/fatigue? Double check.

And then it got worse. I'll spare you the details, but I was ready to swear off drinking ever again (ha!) before I realized that two glasses of wine couldn't incapacitate me to the level I was at — I felt like digging a hole in the ground and burying myself in it. I lost track of how many Motrins I popped over the course of four days in hopes of getting rid of my night sweats, chills and raging headache.

Long story short, I pulled out of the depths of my despair mostly unscathed. I say mostly, because apparently Motrin has a nasty side effect of uncontrollable itching. Add that to my complete lack of self control, and you've got a recipe for a pretty lousy weekend.

There's no real takeaway here, unless it's to watch how much ibuprofin you take for a headache or flu. I realize this is kind of a nonsensical post, but I'm riding a metaphorical high right now since I'm finally feeling back up to 100 percent.

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