Respect to all those suffering or who have suffered this flu season. And to those who may be yet to suffer... we salute you.
Because, flu or not, there is something going about that is clobbering a lot of people and it's vicious.
My version tried to get me a few weeks ago and I somehow fought it off, but last Wednesday I finally got home from work after an agonisingly protracted commute and started to feel the living death come upon me. First real symptoms were a scratchy achey throat and the start of a dry cough. Then I got the migraine with nausea and couldn't look at food. By Thursday evening I was bed-bound with two hot water bottles, shivering and feverish and beside myself in floods of tears for a good hour at one point - not out of man-flu self-pity, but because everything just seemed so sad and poignant and heart-rending. My sleep was hard, dark and very patchy. Going for a wee stung like a UTI, the radiator was up and down like a rat in a drainpipe, and by now even the thought of food made me think I would just drop dead. In fact, I almost wanted to, because by Friday I could barely stand, my muscles, joints, bones and skin ached and hurt, burned and stabbed, and the weight felt like it was dropping orf me.
I haven't been to work since Wednesday and had to cancel the help I usually give Monday mornings on a school run because I can still barely sit up. My back aches to hell, my breathing feels laboured at times, my cough is sore, my appetite has improved thank god but the thought of a square meal gives me the dry baulk and that's not like me. Sleep is still patchy, very staggered over any 24 hours, I'm depressed and pissed off, and terrified of passing this on to anyone I love. Thankfully I live on my own so no direct risks in that respect.
I'm 51, but a very youthful 51 if I do say so myself. I've also had more than my fair share of viruses and chest infections and other seasonal diseases in my time, as well as living with some chronic conditions like fibro, osteoporosis and migraine. But this is like nothing I've ever known and I seriously felt I could die quite easily from it if I took my eye off the ball for more than a few seconds. I now completely get why some people die from flu. My own has a scythe hidden in the folds of its sneaky cloak and I'm praying now that it takes it with it when it finally clears orf!!!