helen-louise (baratron) wrote,
helen-louise
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Oh, viruses, how I hate thee.

Urgh. Sick. So very sick. I thought I was ill yesterday when I woke up with a temperature of 38.4 deg C, which only reduced to 37.9 after liberal application of delicious antipyretic paracetamol. (I'm gargling with the soluble type to try to soothe my poor throat.) But I woke up just now with a temperature of 38.7 deg C, or 101.7 deg F.

This isn't the illest I've been ever, nor is it even the illest I've ever been as an adult. (The kidney infection where I was peeing blood & the triage nurse measured my temperature & blood pressure then whisked me immediately back for treatment has to count for that). But my nose is streaming & my ears have whooshing noises in them all the time & my sinuses, neck, shoulders, and legs ache non-stop & my throat hurts & I have a horrid post-nasal drip cough & I'm not hungry. My current belief, although Richard who is ill with the same thing doesn't agree with me, is that this is flu which wasn't one of the strains in the flu jab. But Richard thinks it's just a bad cold & I'm only this ill "because I'm me". Hmm.
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