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jazzfishChristmas is two posts: Christmas and sick, and I only feel competent to write about one of those at the moment.
Erin's mother and brothers arrived on Saturday evening. Apparently Erin's mother wasn't feeling terribly well but powered through anyway, and was reasonably up and moving on Sunday... but took to bed for most of Xmas Eve and Xmas Day, with lots of coughing and such.
I started having a bit of a stuffy nose on Xmas eve night but didn't really think much of it until Erin said "I hope you're not getting sick." Xmas day was fine, though I started to develop a mild fever and cough by evening. I took a shot of Nyquil and fell right asleep at about nine... and then woke up around two AM the next morning unable to breathe or sleep and unwilling to get up because it was Cold. (It was not cold: the woodstove heats the house to around twenty-five degrees, or eighty Fahrenheit.) I spent almost all of Boxing Day in bed, with Erin occasionally bringing me drugs (Neocitrin, mostly), feeling alternately chilled and overheated.
In retrospect using the CPAP with a stuffed-up nose was a distinct error in judgement, and one I won't be repeating. I need to scrub and sterilise the inside of the mask from where I coated it in snot. Also the tube, and probably the water reservoir.
I was still kind of under the weather yesterday, but well enough to be driven to the airport and fly home. My ears did not at all appreciate the repressurization on landing. Once the house came back up to temperature I was a lot happier.
Today I'm ... probably around 85-90% functional? Nose still blocked, still occasionally coughing, but I'm not wanting to stay curled up in bed all day. Working half a day today and probably half a day on Monday.
This was, I think, the worst illness I've had in quite awhile. Usually it's just sinus infections, which leave me stuffy and muzzy-headed. I don't think I've had a full-on fever in... mm, a year and a half ago, but that passed quickly, and before that I have no idea.
I guess I'm lucky that I don't really feel cold all that much, because it's kind of debilitating when I do. Boxing day around midmorning I knew my headache was in part due to dehydration; I knew that there was a glass of water on the other side of the bed (king bed, so this is not, quite, as trivial as it sounds); I knew I'd feel better if I sat up and had a drink and then curled back up in the blankets. And the thought of coming out from being wrapped up as warmly as possible and still not warm enough, of exposing skin to colder air, was... physically repulsive. I just couldn't make myself do it.
Here's hoping that this particular physical purge and rebirth is a sign of better things to come.
Erin's mother and brothers arrived on Saturday evening. Apparently Erin's mother wasn't feeling terribly well but powered through anyway, and was reasonably up and moving on Sunday... but took to bed for most of Xmas Eve and Xmas Day, with lots of coughing and such.
I started having a bit of a stuffy nose on Xmas eve night but didn't really think much of it until Erin said "I hope you're not getting sick." Xmas day was fine, though I started to develop a mild fever and cough by evening. I took a shot of Nyquil and fell right asleep at about nine... and then woke up around two AM the next morning unable to breathe or sleep and unwilling to get up because it was Cold. (It was not cold: the woodstove heats the house to around twenty-five degrees, or eighty Fahrenheit.) I spent almost all of Boxing Day in bed, with Erin occasionally bringing me drugs (Neocitrin, mostly), feeling alternately chilled and overheated.
In retrospect using the CPAP with a stuffed-up nose was a distinct error in judgement, and one I won't be repeating. I need to scrub and sterilise the inside of the mask from where I coated it in snot. Also the tube, and probably the water reservoir.
I was still kind of under the weather yesterday, but well enough to be driven to the airport and fly home. My ears did not at all appreciate the repressurization on landing. Once the house came back up to temperature I was a lot happier.
Today I'm ... probably around 85-90% functional? Nose still blocked, still occasionally coughing, but I'm not wanting to stay curled up in bed all day. Working half a day today and probably half a day on Monday.
This was, I think, the worst illness I've had in quite awhile. Usually it's just sinus infections, which leave me stuffy and muzzy-headed. I don't think I've had a full-on fever in... mm, a year and a half ago, but that passed quickly, and before that I have no idea.
I guess I'm lucky that I don't really feel cold all that much, because it's kind of debilitating when I do. Boxing day around midmorning I knew my headache was in part due to dehydration; I knew that there was a glass of water on the other side of the bed (king bed, so this is not, quite, as trivial as it sounds); I knew I'd feel better if I sat up and had a drink and then curled back up in the blankets. And the thought of coming out from being wrapped up as warmly as possible and still not warm enough, of exposing skin to colder air, was... physically repulsive. I just couldn't make myself do it.
Here's hoping that this particular physical purge and rebirth is a sign of better things to come.
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