This was the spring for back-to-back health issues. All were different and I’ve recovered. I don’t need sympathy but Starbucks gift cards are good!
“They say” hard times make you grow. They just make me cranky. I am not a great patient! Never was, just ask my mom.
About the time my dental issues eased, I picked up a virus with a high fever. Just as that subsided (I was 23 hours fever-free) I threw my back out. This is the most bizarre series of back luck I’ve ever had. Nothing was related.
There were some funny, poignant or learning moments along the way. I am the worst hypochondriac there is. When others have a cold, I’m on death’s door with what I am sure is a confirmed case of fatal pneumonia! However, I missed an opportunity to latch onto something big.
The first sign I was sick was my mocha latte. It didn’t taste right. I did the American thing and blamed the barista. It was later in the day when I knew something was wrong. I wanted to run around naked (for comfort!). I had a substantial fever. I never want to be naked!
I visited my primary care doc. He did some testing then he told me he eliminated meningitis, Dengue, West Nile and Chikungunya fevers. I never thought to worry about those. I have to do more googling next time I get sick. Don’t want to miss worrying about any of the BIG ones.
He asked me if I was anyplace exotic. The international aisle at the grocery story didn’t count. Nor did the liver spot on my leg count as a rash. However, I got a plus for humor.
I had a nondescript virus that had to run its course. No fancy name and no bragging rights. Just five days of feeling crummy. The doc said to beef up the ibuprofen and drink more liquids. (Where have you heard that before?)
Cats know. All four of them knew. They each had their assigned duties, one of which was to check me at 3 a.m. to make sure my cat feeding hands still worked. They did that by hopping on my chest to see if I jumped. All good. We all lived. No matter what they say, they didn’t miss a meal.
Daytime TV hasn’t changed much since I was sick in 2003. Rachel Ray is now on network TV instead of the Food Channel and there are more stupid game shows. If you look enough you can find reruns of the Golden Girls which are very soothing.
A big thank you to the ever patient beloved husband who did all the duties except the cat litter. He was patient when I didn’t know what I wanted to eat or if I wanted to eat. He bought me things I thought I wanted only to find out I changed my mind. He picked up take-out and hot dogs. (Who gets a craving for hot dogs when they are sick?) He changed the bedsheets because I’d sweat them up. I am very grateful that I had help (and fresh sheets!).
I have a renewed sympathy for people who do not feel well whether it’s a fancy illness or something nondescript. The next time I encounter a cranky person, I will wonder if they feel ok. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.
How about you? Are you a better caretaker or sick person?