It has been one week, well two if you count the Tuesday before when I was feeling shivery and my head was beginning to build up pressure. But since last Wednesday, I have really had it bad. I’ve had a fever every day, a nose producing enormous amounts of mucous, aching all over, etc. You probably know only too well just what I mean.
But I wake up each morning with hope. The medications give me a false sense that maybe today I will be able to breathe. And then it hits me again – those telltale shaky chills and I crawl back into bed.
I did make it to work last Thursday and Friday and survived. Hope I didn’t breathe any germs onto any of you. My mask was securely in place and I washed or disinfected my hands thoroughly.
I did make it down to Saskatoon for Sara’s grad banquet – couldn’t miss that. She has completed four years of Kinesiology and now is qualified to …go back and take more classes to see if she can boost her marks up high enough to apply for physiotherapy again – or occupational. She is worried about her killer class in Physiology which she does not have the marks for yet. But anyway, she is off to Mexico with three of her girlfriends to holiday.
I did not make it to church Sunday, spent much of Monday in bed, have been up and down all day today. I am sick of being sick! I will miss tonight’s meeting at church and if all goes well will get out of the house to the school where I should be working tomorrow. Everyday there is a miniscule amount of improvement.
I seem to have hope for a return to normalcy sometime in the future. Maybe tomorrow. I suppose this cold is not fatal.