November 14, 2008
It started with a sore throat. I woke up two weeks ago with a terrible sore throat and then immediately got a fever, body aches, and what felt like ear infection. I worked from home for three days and then forced myself back to work. More fevers. More sore throat. And then I started to cough.
The coughing really just started a few days ago. The doctor at insta-care did warn me by saying, "if your cough hasn't kept you awake at night, it will." So I cough. And cough. Last night, it did keep me awake; and it woke me if I dared drift asleep. By the end of the night, I'd coughed my voice away. My throat and vocal cords are so swollen that I can barely squeak out sounds this morning.
When the doctor said "this is a 14 day flu", he meant it. And I think what 14 days actually means is the number of days you should be laying in bed eating soup and watching old Doris Day movies. I'm putting a used tissue under my pillow as a plea to the flu fairy. I don't want her to leave me anything; I want her to take this cough and hurdle it into space where it can drift weightlessly out of the galaxy.