I woke up today at 5:30pm and then again, at 8:30pm.
I think that sums up my day rather effectively.
Is this pneumonia or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome? I've been in bed since yesterday, i.e. Friday, when "payback" for my foolish attempt at returning to work on Thursday commenced.
Six days of bed rest passed and I thought I was well enough to work on Thursday, which is traditionally one of the "easier" days of my week. Nine-and-a-half hours later, as I logged out of my Scottish-fold-adorned PC, I realized I was fuuuuucked. So much for taking it "easy". Thanks, work!
Friday morning, I woke up with chills. I was having coughing fits. I took medicine and called my Mother, who for once didn't sound bored or blase ("What? You have bronchitis? So? Do you know that I just saw a patient half your age, with a brain tumor? HALF!"). If anything, THAT scared me most of all, to hear concern from a voice which rarely betrays it. "You might need to be hospitalized," she said as quietly as one can via speakerphone, and I listed while tying on my ankle brace, near my bed. I felt woozy, no, more than woozy...I felt like I did, right before I faint, which is something I did regularly during my teen years. Three hours later, I woke up half on my bed, half on the floor.
Bad, very bad.
I ripped off work clothes and crawled back in bed and slept. And I woke up a few times, for a few minutes, usually because I was coughing...but then I'd drink more water, make sure that ABC NEWS NOW (I love it, it's my favorite cable channel, just leave it) was murmuring in my ear and I'd pass out again, almost immediately.
I used to dream of sleeping for days. Now I'm doing it, and it doesn't seem to change or improve anything and more worryingly, it increases my anxiety versus counteracting it. You'd think all this rest would do something...
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