trinityvixen | (no subject)

You know, it's easy to forget what being sick is like.

Mercifully, whatever it was that was going through the lab doesn't come with congestion, so I can breathe. The mucous-y, tickling cough is pretty bad, but manageable if I don't laugh or talk too much, and it's productive, so at least it feels like some phlegm is cleared with each coughing fit. It's the fever and the aching joints that bother me most. The fever isn't too bad (102F), it just saps my energy. Taking some Advil cleared it up a little, so it's less ucky, but the joint discomfort is still there. I can feel how I'm lying down when I do, exactly where all the pressure is on my body, and that's the crankiest part. This is what I imagine being old to be like.

If the course of this is anything like what it's been for others, the fever and aches will go away in a day or two, but the cough is going to persist. I apologize now to all the people I saw this weekend (figures: I am at my most contagious at the time I just happen to see almost everyone I know). If you get sick, it's my bad, and I owe you candy or soup or whatever would make it up to you.