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Do you ever get that feeling of Deja Vu?

Adminisk8or

04/01/2024

Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. Usually that statement is applied to people who act hypocritically... but this time around, I'm going to apply it to my self last week, naively thinking life was all good and fine, and the worst things that could happen were servers getting destroyed temporarily. Oh, you poor unsuspecting fool.

So on Wednesday at work, I was just going through some documentation on a client and updating it, but I had noticed gradually that morning, that I had slowly been feeling just a little bit more stiff and achey by the hour. Indeed, past noon, I was really starting to suspect I wasn't feeling quite right, since my occasional breaks of standing up and running around the building yeilded no major help in feeling better. So, being close to finished, I chugged my way through the rest of that documentation, and at 3, I told my manager I had to leave. Although finishing that task felt good, my timing could've definitely been better, because after getting home, I had to make a very concerted physical (and mental) effort to stand up out of the driver seat- which I successfully did- and then I promptly blacked out and fell against my car.

Thankfully I had just the smallest bit of consciousness left in me to keep myself posed against the car, so hitting my head or anything wasn't an issue. But for the next six days, I got to feel a sickness take its toll on me the likes of which I don't think I've ever seen. (If you don't like to hear cold symptoms described, skip ahead a bit) There were fevers that came and went; chills at various times; mucus excreting through my eyes so much that in a minute's time of having them closed, they were them glued shut; unusually bad headaches; bad sinuses, no doubt aiding those headaches; a half-deaf left ear, because every time a certain bone in my jaw moves just right, it pops extremely loud next to my eardrum and hurts like the devil; fairly bad hearing in my left ear because of it; tiredness and soreness galore, especially the first two days; swollen larynx; coughing fits that are still are taking their toll on me; coughing up downright absurd amounts of mucus, all of which is a very less-than-pleasing color; an infection in my throat; a loss of smell, a metallic taste in my mouth, occasionally; loss of appetite (I guess we could call that a blessing, in my case, though); and pretty much everything else you could imagine that makes me look like a tall, pastier version of Gollum. I visited insta-care, and they said I don't have RSV, Strep, Flu 1 or 2, and the rapid Covid test came back negative... so either I actually DO have Covid, or else it's just a stupid, super nasty virus infection. In any case, because of this nasty thing in me, I had to miss not only Easter festivities at 2 and a half households, but also a choir performance where my talents were greatly missed on Sunday, and worst of all, a Dvořák concerto to which my sister-in-law had gifted us tickets. It's been a real bummer of a lonely week, here.

But I see no point in making this a pity party blog... though I think I accomplished it a bit too well in the last two paragraphs. It's not unlike something I said many blogs ago (I'm too tired to search it right now, give me a break). I think that in these coming days, we'll see a lot amazing and remarkable things happen in this world, the likes of which will amaze us- and on the other hand, the evils of this world, I fear, will amplify, as well. While that was a generalized statement about "the times" or whatever, I think I very much have no idea how much that's going to come into play in my life, as starting a week from now, we are going to begin moving into our first home. In my mind, of course, since we've been searching tooth and claw for the right house, now that we found it, surely we've found El Dorado itself- and in a way, yes. On the other hand, while I can picture some of the challenges that are going to arise, I bet my left ear that there's a hoard on the horizon which I cannot yet see.

I know countless individuals who read this (as if countless individuals would read this) are smiling, nodding their heads, saying, "Yup. Enjoy the ride!" Maybe I over exaggerate, who knows; but as weak and helpless as I feel now, wrapped up in a quilt, hacking and coughing, spitting up nastiness, ears occasionally popping painfully, that I will take it on one day at a time, come what may. And that's about my feelings right now with this cold, too. Hope I feel better tomorrow. If not then, hopefully the next day. In the meantime, I guess the best I can do is try to rest and not die from isolation (how did I ever make it through the 2020 pandemic?). Until next time, see ya!