My flu infected lungs smell like a damp dirty bandaid. Now there’s some poetry for you.
I’m just sticking my head up into the land of the living for a moment to wash my hair, say hi and see if there are any more cherries in the fridge seeing as how they’re the only thing I can stand to eat. Seven days I’ve been in bed, I shake my head and laugh at my day two self who foolishly thought I’d probably be well enough to go out for lunch on day four; poor deluded thing I was back then.
I don’t think I’ve had the flu often, definitely once I remember as it ended in pneumonia and that was about fifteen years ago. I’ve had some terrible colds and head colds and throat and chest infections but there’s something about the flu that lets you know it’s going to kick your arse right from the start. And it’s so unexpected, there you are feeling fine one minute baking a lemon meringue pie and then you get a bit of a headache and ten minutes later you’re in bed shaking and shivering and sweating but you don’t know if you’re hot or cold and your brain feels as if it’s too big for your head and every bone in your body is screaming at you and lets not forget that awful tingling super sensitive skin that feels as if every nerve is sitting right there on the surface. The migraine was just cruel because not only did it hang around for several days but it came with the added bonus of random pokes of electric shock type jabs about my head and jaw.
Everything seems to have cleared up now except for the nice layer of phlegm in my lungs and the constant annoying tickle in my throat and the tiredeness and general can’t be bothered moving out of bed yet
feeling. I’m going to work up to that tomorrow along with eating.
I never did get a bit of that lemon meringue pie – I hear it was very good though. I might make another one next weekend, Emjay is meant to be coming for lunch but I think I may have scared her off. One thing for sure though is that I’m going to do some work on my immune system as it’s been pretty crap this year. I’m hardly ever sick and this is my second major illness this year. I don’t think I mentioned it before but something dodgy happened in May and I spent a day vomitting which might not seem too drastic but prior to that day I hadn’t had a vomit for twenty four years so it was pretty disappointing. It was weird because obviously I’ve felt sick over the years but I could always just refuse to vomit and it worked but this time I had no control over it. We were staying over near Mums place that day and I made Daz drive me to Mums house and I just crawled into Dads bed and stayed there. There was also a cold that took ages to clear up and this bloody stiff neck that won’t give up so as soon as I can stand the thought of food I’m really going to have to make sure it’s the good stuff.
Back to bed for me to watch another movie. That Melancholia was a strange one wasn’t it? It’s on my mind today.