This past Friday I was excited about going to the mall to get something nice to eat and then shop around a bit. My wife and I also had plans to go out and enjoy ourselves over the weekend. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.
It was strange, really. All day I felt fine. Once I got to the mall though and walked inside I started to feel tired. Then I realized my muscles all felt like they were aching. So, I sat down and when I sat down I realized not only how tired I was, but that even my butt cheeks were aching.
We wound up not staying at the mall for very long. I didn’t eat much either. My appetite was disappearing. By the time I got home, I really felt like crap. In a short two hours I went from feeling fine to feeling like I’d been hit by a bus.
The next morning my wife took my temperature and I was running a fever at 38.4 C. I wound up sleeping most of the day away. In fact, I did a lot of sleeping from Friday evening through Monday afternoon. On Saturday night my fever peaked at 39.4 and then started dropping. By the end of Sunday it had fallen to 38.4 and then by Monday morning it was at 36.6. It went up briefly to 38 again on Monday but it returned to normal in about an hour.
It doesn’t sound like much when I put it that way, as just a chronological list of temperatures, but those were some rough days. Those are the types of fever temperatures that make it hard to sleep and make you think those weird thoughts while you’re laying there. If you’ve ever had a fever and your mind started to wander I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.
I never did go to the hospital. I’ve always been a stubborn idiot like that when it comes to being sick. I hate hospitals. I remember one year I was sick and dizzy and was still doing physical training in the morning and going to work because I just had too much to do. Weird right? Well, I also didn’t want to be bothered with going to the hospital just to be told that I had a cold or flu or something and I should just rest in bed, drink fluids, and take something for the fever and then get a huge bill for being told something I already knew. I didn’t really have any clue as to what I had. I just thought I had a regular cold or flu.
Anyhow, by Monday afternoon the fever was completely gone and I was fuzzy headed and exhausted but fine. I wound up sleeping most of Monday away and didn’t get out of bed until 4pm. After all that sleeping my brain was running on overdrive and I was catching up on internet stuff so I wasn’t able to sleep until 6 am or so and then I had to get up again at 9 am to make it to an appointment. So, I wound up sleeping most of Teusday afternoon and evening away too. It feels like the last 4 days just sort of slipped away from me. I don’t even remember most of the days I was sick, since I had a fever or was sleeping the whole time.
So, how did I actually find out it was H1N1? Well, I passed it off to someone I live with. They went to the doctor right away and the doctor confirmed what it was. They complained of the exact same symptoms: sudden muscle ache and fatigue, followed by fever.
Well, at least I don’t have to worry as much about H1N1 anymore. I already have some antibodies ready for it for a while. I’m still tired though. I guess it’ll take a while for me to regain my strength.
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Ya. It was an ugly weekend full of fevered dreams and light hallucinations. When I was lucid enough to get online, it was to comment briefly here and there, add a post when I could… and to check my crops in FarmTown on Facebook. Ya, weird right? ha ha haI prefer bananas to apples. Always have!
Every day brings me closer to victory.
Yikes! Well I'm glad that you're feeling much better now…but H1N1?! No wonder I hadn't seen any updates from you.Weird how you mentioned your dislike for hospitals — same here. And weird how I suddenly wanted to start eating more apples (I'm not kidding). Remember that old adage “An apple a day keeps the doctor away”?
Get well, buddy!I keep my fingers crossed.