Fever, chills, congestion… and a general feeling that some evil elf came along and beat me all over with a big stick: sounds like the dreaded “flu-like illness” that’s been making the rounds in the last few weeks.
Since I’m not in any risk categories and likely have at least partial immunity from decades past, I have just ridden it out the old fashioned way. Â Aspirin, lots of water and orange juice, a little hot tea and soup, is about the best one can do.
Today is Day 4, and the fever is gone. Â At this point, I’m just left with that “hurt all over” feeling… like I’ve skied really hard for several days, or completed a 50-mile bike ride. Â But I haven’t done any of those fun things. Â All I’ve done is lie in the bed. Â I don’t know where that big, ugly bruise on my left foot came from, but I hope it’s from kicking that evil elf to the next county.
In retrospect, it wasn’t nearly as bad (for me) as the media hype, and I’m glad to have gotten it over with. Â Years ago, just out of college, I worked for the Knox Co. Health Department, where I was sick for most of three years. Â Although I hated it at the time, I’ve become thankful over the years since that I did build up a pretty healthy immunity to the stuff that my kids inevitably brought home from school.
I’ve been through at least five different bouts of kids home with the flu, without catching it. Â A little over a week ago though, HWTFM came home from Pantex and fell ill within a couple of days.
Luckily, neither of the younger kids, still at home, have caught it. Â Yet.
The fear of the flu — at least for those of us without complicating conditions — is much worse than the real thing, in my opinion. Â It’s not fun, but it’s not as bad as the hype.