It could be the flu I suppose, but I don’t have the usual flu symptons—no fever, no vomiting, or other disgusting symptoms that mean you have the flu.
I think it’s really just a super bad cold. It started with the mother of all sore throats and the coughing that made my throat feel like I had gargled with Drano. My headache is not much fun either.
Mr. Fixit told one of our boys that I may have the flu. He advised Mr. Fixit that we should be careful because the flu is very dangerous for the “elderly.” That just sort of slipped out when Mr. Fixit was relaying the caution to me. I refer to myself as “old.” “Elderly” is even older than “old.” I bet he doesn’t refer to me as “elderly” again, teehee. When I don’t feel well, I get a little testy.
I tried to explain to Mr. Fixit that since I haven’t had fever I don’t have the flu. He decided that he would check it for himself. Of course, he couldn’t find a thermometer. There is an old oral mercury one around somewhere but it is probably hiding with the socks that disappear from the dryer. Anyway, he bought a digital one. I tried it and it registered 95.6 F. No fever! Hey! Wait a sec. 95.6? If Doc Robbins from CSI LV or Ducky saw that they would agree that I have been dead for at least 2 hours. My gosh! With the petechiae in and around my eyes from strenuous coughing, Mr. Fixit could be arrested for murder if I should happen to croak.
I have been taking several naps a day. There is a dire side effect to several naps a day—terminal bedhead. Lifting a comb is just beyond me at this point.
This morning I had to suck it up and do some things around the house. My underwear drawer was almost empty, I used the last of my frozen biscuits yesterday for breakfast, and I think clean sheets will make me feel better. I’ve done laundry, made one batch of biscuits that will last 3 or 4 days, the sheets are in the washer as I write, and Mr. Fixit had a decent breakfast for the first time in several days. Now I have to do something about food for the rest of the day. I’m getting a little tired of bologna sandwiches, and I’m running out of bread. Mr. Fixit has made do with KFC, but I think he ate the last of it last night.
I haven’t felt like reading, working on my needlework, or watching TV. If I’m going to be sick, I would like to feel well enough to enjoy it.
3 comments:
You need some good, old-fashioned, home-made chicken soup. Hope you feel better soon.
Uh, the word "elderly" never came out of my mouth. All I did was verified your age and said the flu was no joke. You ahve to remember that you are getting RELAYED information from a man with broken English. Ever heard the term, "Lost in Trasnlation"?
Jay, I don't care for the term "elderly" because it conjures up visions of sweet little old ladies who drink tea, crochet, knit, embroider, read and who are slightly ditzy. OMG! I'm elderly!
But I'm not that sweet.
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