I’ve spent most of the weekend shut in. I’ve had a sore throat since Wednesday, and it has gotten progressively worse. In the wee hours of this morning, I awoke in such pain that I resorted to using lozenges. They worked like magic, and I was able to fall back asleep quickly. If not for the dehydration causing me to drink like a camel and pee every couple of hours all night long, I may have had a full night’s sleep that night. I slept plenty Saturday night and yesterday morning, when the phlegm was coming out of my chest. I braved a trip to the Super Longs, which is now a giant CVS, to exchange a biodegradable plant pot that had mysteriously burst overnight. I had two coughing fits in the 20 minutes I spent there. I came back home directly. Once home, I was so bored that I cooked all the vegetables I’d been neglecting. After that, I treated myself to a hot shower, cold medicine and cartoons in bed. I almost got bored enough to go out to SF. Thankfully, I did not. I can’t imagine how much worse I’d feel today.
Whatever this illness is, I believe it has come to its precipice. I feel worn down. I pity myself. I’m hoping that this is not another bout of recurring strep throat like the one I had last year. I have been taking good care to get enough rest, take my vitamins and exercise regularly, so it really wouldn’t make sense. However, this was the same time of year that I got it last year – right around Super Bowl weekend. It would be an eerie coincidence. I’m going to schedule an urgent appointment tomorrow to get swabbed just in case. However, I hope this is just a bug that finally begins to clear up over the course of the next 24-48 hours. I’ve suffered with it long enough, and I am so tired of disinfecting every damn thing around here.
Although I have never been a big fan of running, I do miss the endorphins. I ran on Thursday and Friday as scheduled. I would have run yesterday too if it wasn’t for the excruciating coughing. Saturday was my official day off from working out, but I probably would have gone to 24 Hour if I felt better. Today is also a day off from running, but I would normally be doing Zumba. I can’t wait to get back in the gym. I miss the good sweat. To hell with this sickly fevered sweat! I am soooo done with being sick. I wonder if you can overdose on vitamin C.
The few trips I’ve had out of the apartment haven’t been much more than the normal errands. I treated myself to a houseplant shopping trip with the money I would have spent at the clubs. It isn’t much on the bar scale, but it buys a fair amount of plants and plant care supplies. I got this one hanging plant that has these furry red blooms - a chenille plant.
I freaked myself out a few times with it already, mistaking the blooms that had fallen to the floor for caterpillars when I stepped lightly on them. My skin crawled for hours afterwards. I snickered about it a little at the time, but it’s so much funnier now. I also went on “gnat watch” for several hours during my shut in time. If one of those little bastards makes a home in one of my plant pots, there’ll be hundreds of them in a week’s time. I’ve been to places where the insects are blood-thirsty, enormous, poisonous and in overwhelming numbers, but I can’t stand to have them in the house. An ant or two foraging in vain is one thing, a billion gnats procreating in my plant pot is an entirely different matter. That used to happen to my plants at work all the time. It’s absolutely disgusting.
I retrieved a bunch of vacant pots from mom’s yard on Friday. They’re nice pots – I purchased them for my last apartment. When I moved back home, most of my indoor plants died; Mom’s house isn’t exactly a haven for plants. It’s dark, dry and dusty. I rescued two of the survivors when I brought the pots over. They seem to be doing well now. One of them is a money tree that was barely surviving. I’ll have to wait and see how well it recovers. I dare say that all the new guys appear very pleased. This apartment has great light.
It is so boring. I haven’t journaled so much since high school. What I need to do is grab that guitar out of the closet, but I feel so damned terrible. I just want to lie down and sleep until I’m not sick anymore.
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