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.