than being sick is dealing with the aftereffects of being sick.

I spent the last nine days sick. It started with a high fever, it was consistently 102.6 and taking pills I was able to get it down to 101.7. Still too high for my liking. Unfortunately, the pills didn’t always work, and top that off with my brain not working too well which meant I had trouble remembering when I took the pills I was miserable. So, that’s how I spent three days. Then my fever broke. Woohoo. Only for it turn turn in to a cough. Not fun. The cough wasn’t too horrible other than my body hurt from it. I would have been fine there but it very quickly turned in to a stomach issue. Luckily the plumber came during this time and fixed my masterbath (FINALLY) so I had two toilets to acquaint myself with. And acquaint we did. By this last Friday I was so weak and dehydrated that I could barely lift my head from my pillow. That’s when I called for help.

Yes, this whole time I was alone. It stinks being sick but it double sucks being sick alone. Laying in bed, getting weaker by the minute and thinking you’re going to die alone in your apartment and no one will know for who knows how long. That’s how I felt.

But, health wise I’m on the mend now. Only to deal with the crap that follows whenever I get really sick….a bout of depression. It sucks. There’s no nice way to put it. I’m not functioning. My stomach isn’t back to normal so a lot of my usual remedies aren’t an option right now. I’m still weak so some of my other remedies aren’t an option either. So, right now I’m forcing myself to get up in the morning. I’m forcing myself to open the windows. And, I’m doing my best to force myself to work. And between all that, I need another nap because I’m really, REALLY tired.

This is going to be a crappy week, I can already tell. And you know what really sucks? My birthday is a week from today. What a way to spend my birthday. In the dumps.

Can I get off this ride they call life now?

Till later…

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