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illness report. happy fkn new year!!!
Jan. 2nd, 2008 10:53 amwow. i can honestly say that i've never, ever been sicker than i was on monday night. not only did i have THE worst swollen throat known to man, but i was puking my stomach inside out. one or the other was quite bad enough. together, it was a fkn nightmare. i've had bronchitis four times in my life, and each time i buckled down and just took the punishment. but there was actually a moment on monday night when i looked at gabe and mumbled, "i'm afraid the virus is winning."
when i say "swollen throat" i mean that saying "ah" did not allow me to see the back. swallowing anything required an involuntary full-body twitch of pain. it was not scratchy, not sore in the lining, but in the muscle.
i don't remember much...there was a moment when gabe brought me a glass of water and i looked at it in confusion for so long. i knew that 1) i had to drink some because barfing dehydrates you but 2) putting anything in my stomach was just going to make me throw it up, however, 3) i needed something in there to throw up or it was just going to be the stomach acid and that wasn't going to be good.
again, no hot water *rolls eyes*, so between me and my water-up-and-down cycle, gabe had a water cycle of his own, from stove to bathtub. i think he must have boiled water for an hour to get a hot bath for me. and he burned his thumb pretty badly.
somewhere around midnight i woke up and discovered that i could hold down water, so i worked on getting that in me. and then yesterday was all about pain management and drainage. all of a sudden i had an olympic-sized swimming pool of egg drop soup in me that needed out. i went through a whole box of puffs plus...and that was using each tissue two or three times. and still with the swollen throat.
today the swelling is almost gone. still draining. some coughing now, and a regular sore throat. tired. hungry, yet with a skittish stomach.
but. i have to be thankful that it came when it did...no guests, over a vacation period so minimal work time lost, and gabe returned. a day or two of recovery and i should be back on my feet again.
when i say "swollen throat" i mean that saying "ah" did not allow me to see the back. swallowing anything required an involuntary full-body twitch of pain. it was not scratchy, not sore in the lining, but in the muscle.
i don't remember much...there was a moment when gabe brought me a glass of water and i looked at it in confusion for so long. i knew that 1) i had to drink some because barfing dehydrates you but 2) putting anything in my stomach was just going to make me throw it up, however, 3) i needed something in there to throw up or it was just going to be the stomach acid and that wasn't going to be good.
again, no hot water *rolls eyes*, so between me and my water-up-and-down cycle, gabe had a water cycle of his own, from stove to bathtub. i think he must have boiled water for an hour to get a hot bath for me. and he burned his thumb pretty badly.
somewhere around midnight i woke up and discovered that i could hold down water, so i worked on getting that in me. and then yesterday was all about pain management and drainage. all of a sudden i had an olympic-sized swimming pool of egg drop soup in me that needed out. i went through a whole box of puffs plus...and that was using each tissue two or three times. and still with the swollen throat.
today the swelling is almost gone. still draining. some coughing now, and a regular sore throat. tired. hungry, yet with a skittish stomach.
but. i have to be thankful that it came when it did...no guests, over a vacation period so minimal work time lost, and gabe returned. a day or two of recovery and i should be back on my feet again.
