As I went about my business last week, all of a sudden I lost control of everything. Yep, it was the bug that has been going around, maybe the flu maybe not, don’t know. It was three days before I could get out of bed, but it seemed much longer.
The first day I slept for at least 40 hours. The second day I was able to have a little soup. I am in relatively good shape and general healthy, so I suspect I did better than some people. But boy, was I down for the count.
By the second day, I kept trying to find the door into freedom. I knew it began with getting into that that little cubicle that has water running from the ceiling, but somehow I couldn’t make it in.
Then there was that pesky little thermometer. Mine has lived for years in the medicine chest with no cause for it to come out and jump into my mouth. Yet here I was consulting it. I thought I felt fine, but it kept telling me that I had a fever and I really shouldn’t leave the house.
I thought I would feel better if I could take a shower. And I probably would have, if only my feet would do what I wanted them to do I could get into the cubicle and then I have my freedom to the outside world. Standing up can be very hard when your legs don’t work.
My family made me soup and encouraged me to eat it. But, I said put it into the refrigerator and I’ll go and get it when I get hungry. They kept saying drink water. I said sure I will don’t worry. They did and I didn’t. During the day when I was the only one home I was really sorry I sent the food back down to the refrigerator.
There was just no way I could make it down what seemed like 15 flights of stairs from my bedroom down to the kitchen where the beautiful soup was resting in a bowl in the refrigerator. But I kept trying and I did finally made it down all those flights of stairs and sure enough the bowl of soup was there waiting for me. I put it into the microwave. Then after two spoonfuls I realized I’d had enough.
But then I needed to climb those 15 flights back upstairs to get in bed. That wasn’t easy but I did it and then I went back to sleep for another 12 hours. After that, things looked a bit better. But, that mercurial gatekeeper still wasn’t ready to give me my freedom because the thin tube kept telling me that I couldn’t leave until it said 98.6. But as hard and as often as I tried, it just wasn’t ready to go down that low.
So back to bed I went. The next day I think the gatekeeper was really fed up with dealing with me and gave me my ticket to freedom. So here I am attempting to get back to normal life. I’m far from 100% but at least I’m no longer restricted to the house. I’m taking it easy and will return home early today.
But it sure is nice to have my freedom again. Hopefully my next post will be about real life again. I hope you are all healthy, happy, and free to move around outside.