Epic Flu Battle

I'm just barely emerging from an epic battle with alien forces who invaded my personal space some 3 weeks ago.  When my Significant Other first showed signs of the flu-ish green complexion, I tried to annihilate the trespassers by spraying him down and anything he touched with Lysol, yes... including the cats.)  When I wasn't running after him armed with antibacterial accouterments I avoided him and pretended to live alone.  Except for the cats, who favored me at that point over him because of his explosive coughing and sneezing attacks.

I'm that person who doesn't get the flu shot.  When I have in the past, I always got very sick from it.  Not the "traditional" type of sick but the SICK from having a compromised immune system.  I have a thyroid disease so I have to be very cautious when around others who have a cold.  Considering this, I rarely catch colds and the last time I had the flu, was so awful, I've blocked it from my memory.  I do get sick from my pain issues, but cold and flu sick is so very different. Sick migraines with all the trimmings along with severe sinus headaches are an unfortunate regular occurrence but not the COLD or FLU sick.  That's for regular people!

Last year, my doctor did tell me that if I hadn't gotten the flu recently, she didn't see any need to tempt fate or better yet, MY FATE by getting a vaccine. You see, anytime something of this nature is even DISCUSSED, it will more than likely happen.  This is one of the reasons, I yell out at random intervals about winning the lottery.  It could happen because if tempting fate works for the dumb crap then it most certainly will work for the snowball's chance in hell of winning millions of dollars.  See the logic here? I'm still working this one out but it's so obvious the odds are in my favor!

Consider the flu to be an extreme sport.  The amount of effort it took to open my eyes much less to cough and sneeze, and SNEEEZE, SNEEZE! over and over again should win my some sort of Olympic medal. Isn't there some sort of prize for producing the most snot or eye boogers?  Well, there SHOULD BE! Did you know that the air is made up of molecules? And that you can actually FEEL them ON your eyeballs when you have the flu? Really, you can.

In the early stages of this epic battle, I had to take naps after opening my eyes because of the billions of molecules striking them over and over again wore me out, so I had to close them and drift off to delirium.

Days of violence. Nights of slaying dragons.  I threw in quite a bit of moaning just to amp of the drama in between all the other guttural sounds my body was making as the invading forces battled it out all throughout my already chronic pain ravaged body.  My neck and my ribs reeled from the sheer brutality of it all.  Coughing.  Sneezing.  And OMG it didn't matter how I was laying or half propped up, those uncontrollable coughs and sneezes had to find their way out of me.  I thought I might die from sneezing.  If that could happen, it would definitely happen to me.  

I remember my SO checking on me, like an apparition in my dreams, a figment of my imagination. Trading out Kleenex boxes, refilling the humidifier and apologizing profusely for what he had DONE TO ME by showering me in his germs!  Yes, that's right.  WHAT HE HAD DONE TO ME.  I knew I would have to find a way to make him pay, but I didn't have the energy to think it through, besides, I needed him to be able to bring my NyQuil and other forms of battle armor.

Somewhere in the haze of all this, I had dreams of food and realizing it had been 5 day with out eating, I closed my eyes again and suddenly it had been a week without real sustenance.  Unless broth and water and those disgusting sports drinks count.  I was SET on getting something I wanted except my usual insatiable lust for food (I have food porn issues... instead of surfing porn, or even shopping online, I surf restaurant menus).  Everything and nothing sounded good.  My taste buds still refused to cooperate so even Sprite tasted like unflavored, unsweetened mineral water.  When my taste buds decide to give me back my mouth, I plan on having steak, lobster.  This will be news to my SO, but I have to start somewhere.

So here I am, at the bottom of yet another hill to climb.  Beginning again.  I'll get better eventually.  I was just sorta hoping it would be a little sooner than later!