Despite my best efforts, the flu has me in its clutches. One of my coworkers was exposed and brought it to work, sharing it with the rest of us. In fairness, he didn't know he had it when he came to work. His symptoms hit him during the afternoon after he'd had contact with all of us.
Allow me to begin by saying that I had my flu shot. That seems to be the first thing people say when they find out you have the virus. "You should've taken the flu shot." I make sure to take it every year due to my diabetes making me high risk for hospitalization or death from influenza. I have a weakened immune system, but I try like heck to keep it as strong as possible.
I'm doing what I can to fight the virus and keep it from spreading to my husband. I've cleaned and sanitized, disinfecting doorknobs, bathroom surfaces, and furniture throughout the house. I've cleaned my phone, remotes, and laptop with sanitizing wipes. My bedding is currently in the washer with laundry sanitizer, and I've sprayed disinfectant on my mattress and pillows.
I am drinking my fluids, including a dose of EmergenC mixed with some juice every day, and medicating. I'm taking my vitamins and eating my citrus fruits. Above all else, I'm getting plenty of rest. It's actually pretty easy to get my rest due to the fact I'm so sensitive to medication. Most of it knocks me out cold, whether it's nondrowsy or not.
I sent my husband to the store on Saturday requesting daytime Theraflu, which usually works pretty well for me. He came back with another brand of liquid cold & flu medicine. I don't typically take that stuff because it makes it difficult for me to think. My brain feels like oatmeal while I'm on it. It tastes terrible, too. This medicine does, however, make it quite easy for me to nap, despite being labeled as nondrowsy. It also helps my cough, so I'm it's worth taking.
M y husband has been helping in the fight for wellness. He cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, mopped the floor, and took out the trash. He's done most of the cooking for past couple of days. He has also done the household shopping, and he didn't forget anything important.
I think the hardest part of being sick is the sense of helplessness. Feeling horrible is never fun, but feeling helpless while feeling horrible is worse. I have so many things I should be doing, but either they aren't getting done or my husband is taking care of them. I accomplished absolutely nothing yesterday, and that makes me feel like a failure.
I've been a bit more productive today, getting some cleaning and laundry done between bouts of resting. I have next to no energy, and it makes me feel guilty. If I'm home, I feel like I should be doing something constructive.
I guess it harkens back to my foremothers and the fact they all stayed busy even when they were sitting down. They sewed, knitted, crocheted, and quilted. I wonder if they felt guilty when they were too sick to accomplish anything.
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