Postmortem on that stomach bug…

I don’t know why I’m surprised that it’s taking so long to shake the last of last week’s illness. I’ve always been susceptible to whatever flu bug was going around – back in the world I caught it more-or-less annually and it annually took a month out of my life, creeping around croaking “I’ve been sick.” Now it’s twelve days since I first got sick – two days ago I had a fairly normal busy day with Landlady here and care packages and laundry with L and a trip to the dump with D&L, and I felt like I’d run a marathon. I’ve still got a bit of a sensitive stomach, no big deal, some heartburn, some soreness in my neck, but in general I still think if that was the flu I got lucky. There never was a lot of fever, and I didn’t come out of the active part of the illness as flattened as I used to.

The big lesson, for me, is that though it’s been ten years since I caught a virus I can still catch a virus and I should have been better prepared. There’s a corner in the kitchen cabinet that’s not going to much use, and I’m going to stock it with “sick” stuff just so that doesn’t happen again. I should have had electrolytes in stock and didn’t, I should have had “easy” food handy and instead it’s all up in the loft. It was three or four days before I felt up to anything as adventurous as chicken noodle soup, and of course in those days I got pretty weak – it ironically would have been safer and easier to go out to the powershed for canned soup than to climb the loft ladder.

Having said all that, I can bless luck or synchronicity or whatever it was that had me getting good and sick after building a first-floor bedroom with a propane heater, and not before. I’d have been on an air mattress in the living room otherwise, feeding sticks into the woodstove until I ran out of sticks, and while I don’t think that would have killed me in this case it would have truly sucked. Had I gotten sick during the early-December cold snap and not had the heated bedroom, that might have actually gotten a bit dangerous.

So all in all I came through it far better than I feared – flu is on my short list of things to fear – but not as well as I might have with a bit more preparation. What does not kill me makes me smarter. :)

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5 Responses to Postmortem on that stomach bug…

  1. Mike says:

    It’s nice to learn you are over the hump and on the mend. The not so funny thing about getting a little older is the ease with which we catch things and the difficulty we have in getting over them. Having a shelf dedicated for anti sickness stuff is a good idea and I’m hoping you follow through. I’m pretty sure I am not alone in this when I say I hope you live a long, long time.

    Oh I almost forgot, HAPPY NEW YEAR JOEL!

  2. Anonymous says:

    Saw a show on tv where a man had pet minks and used them as ratters,just a thought.

  3. Bibamufu says:

    The flu…

    What You Need to Know

    Unlike a cold, flu symptoms usually come on suddenly. Another key difference is a fever, which might not happen with a cold. You might also have:

    Severe aches in muscles and joints
    Pain and tiredness around your eyes
    Weakness or extreme fatigue
    Warm, flushed skin and red, watery eyes
    A headache
    A dry cough
    A sore throat and runny nose

    Adults with seasonal flu don’t usually vomit or have diarrhea, but children might. Some symptoms can mean your illness is severe. Get immediate medical help if you have any of the following:

    Trouble breathing or shortness of breath
    Pain or pressure in your chest or belly
    Sudden dizziness
    Severe vomiting

  4. gojuplyr says:

    Were those mink or ferrets? Mink are truly vicious killers of rodents but are nearly untameable. People keep ferrets as pets. Ferrets are much better tempered than mink but still bite their owners if they don’t like something. And ferrets cannot be trusted around small animal pets.

  5. Joel says:

    …or chickens, I’d guess…

To the stake with the heretic!