I have a bad cold today, so I haven’t been to the gym. I was really hoping I would feel good enough to walk for an hour or so, but it’s not in the cards. My nose and sinus mask are so heavy I can’t move. This is the time when I feel the most inconvenienced at being single. I can get Uber Eats to deliver medication, snacks, and drinks, but I have never had a delivery person say, “oh, man… you look like you could use a hug.” I’m sure that’s a service they’ll be offering shortly if they think anyone will pay for it……….
I have been treating my symptoms with DayQuil and Zyrtec, but the overwhelming theme in this illness is exhaustion. I’ve slept more in the last three or four days than I have in the last few months. I suppose that is good, but I don’t feel productive. I feel sluggish, as if the world is made of Jell-O. I’m trying to make up for it with copious amounts of coffee. In fact, I’m having Starbucks delivered in a roundabout way. I have found that it’s more cost effective to buy the black coffee and the creamers I like from the grocery store than to get drinks delivered from the coffee shop. So, in about 45 minutes I will have two 64 oz bottles of perfectly brewed Starbucks with hazelnut and vanilla creamers to pick from.
Without a hug, I might add.
If I’m not better in a few days I will have to go in for a chest X-ray, but right now I’m fine feeling miserable in my own home…. where I can blitz my brains out on caffeine and no one is here to tell me to stop. 😉
I’m reading an interesting novel right now called Under Dark Skies. It’s a supernatural take on the FBI in which a shapeshifter and a witch end up as partners. It remains to be seen whether the case itself has supernatural elements, but the characters are endearing. It’s an investigation of a cult very much like the Branch Davidians called “City of God,” and of course it takes place in small-town Texas, known for that sort of thing. To battle the cult, FBI’s answer to CIA not being able to work in the United States is an off-book group of supernatural beings called “Nightshade.” They don’t have to have evidence when they’re working off-book. I’m enjoying it so far, but I have yet to see whether I like it enough to press “Buy Next.”
It’s an entire series, but I got the first one from “Freebooksy,” an aggregator that looks for all the free books on Amazon every day.
It’s now Thursday, and I’m sitting in one of the quiet rooms at Cognitive Behavioral Health, waiting for my group to start. I usually bring my iPad and a keyboard so that from the time our driver drops us off at 9:00 until the group starts at 11:00 I have some built in time to get some writing done. The only thing is that today I am tapped out on subjects. It’s time to let the faucet drip and hope that something eventually comes out that’s worth reading.
I’m still not feeling the greatest, and lamenting that I forgot my morning dose of DayQuil before I left the house. Luckily, there is a convenience store across the street and I have plenty of time to go and buy more… along with a very healthy dose of caffeine because the coffee guy is holding out on me… The coffee at the center is decaf.
Decaf coffee is a blight against man…. I drink it a little bit.
But my decaf is reserved for 9:00 PM. It is currently 9:00 AM and I am struggling to see the point. I am sure that the reason it’s decaf is because so many of us are on medications where the caffeine hits the same receptors and has a less than desirable effect. I am sure that I also fall into this category, but my ADHD isn’t being managed except for coffee and the occasional sugar free energy drink.
I brought a Dr Pepper Zero from home this morning, but it’s only a can. There’s no way that 12 oz of soda is going to be enough to keep me awake. I think I’ll go across to the convenience store to fix this problem.
An Irish Crème Java Monster later, I am now back home from my meeting. It revolved around Health and Wellness, in which we each got a toothbrush and a Barbie-sized amount of toothpaste to take with us. We played a couple of rounds of Health Jeopardy!, where I felt dumb as a post for not realizing that corn is a summer vegetable and when dried, is also a grain.
You can’t win them all.
I stopped writing on Thursday (it’s now Friday at 7:00 AM) because I didn’t feel well. I then proceeded to have a stomach episode akin to “Do It Yourself Colonoscopy Prep” in which I was utterly unprepared and spent hours scrubbing down the bathroom, the bed, and me. I seem to have recovered, but I do not know whether the symptoms are related to my cold and it’s actually the flu, or whether I ate something bad and it decided to get its revenge.
I’m leaning toward eating something bad, because I’ve had this cold for over a week.
Josh says he thinks it may be pneumonia because I’ve been sick since we hung out and the person he thinks got me sick has pneumonia. I do not think that Josh’s friend got me sick, either. I didn’t really get close enough to Josh to share any germs other than a polite hug.
It feels nice that he’s taking full responsibility for my illness, but he needn’t. When we went to the aquarium I hadn’t been in that crowded a space in years. Any one of the little kids I saw could have been the culprit. I tend to pick up whatever is floating in the air easily. I’m not sure my immune system is the greatest. I told Josh that I would see a doctor later if I feel up to it- being able to call my dad and get a consult on anything I need is pretty much my full-time medical care because it’s just too easy to make a phone call. I am spoiled rotten and it shows.
I also have a pretty good sense of what’s treatable and what’s not. There is very little a doctor can do for the common cold, and even less if I ate something bad besides giving me fluids and some Immodium. I’m keeping an eye on things, but I find that I recover better in my own house with over-the-counter medications than I ever would in a medical setting.
The hard part is not deciding to see a doctor. I come from a medical family and have no fear of them. It’s the discomfort of getting out of my house, waiting in the waiting room (where I could possibly get sicker), and knowing nine times out of ten what the doctor is going to say. The only time I’ve ever been truly surprised at the doctor’s office was when my OB/GYN recommended hormone replacement therapy. I’m doing fine on the estrogen, but the progesterone puts me to sleep. But not real sleep… just “I’m so out of it that I’m not really here.” I mean, I’m present. “Here” is negotiable.
I’m just getting to that age where things are starting to rearrange into “old person.” I’m not sure I like it. That’s because I was told that with age comes wisdom, and I still feel like the 18-year-old kid I was on most days. It occurs to me that I live in patterns due to autism and ADHD, so the way I age isn’t the same way a neurotypical person would age. Memories have no degradation. I am 18 and 47 all at once.
This is not necessarily a bad thing, but it makes me feel bad when I make a mistake that an 18-year-old would make at almost 48.
Luckily, you’re here to read about all of them. Bad experiences make for good writing…. or that’s what they tell me.
Stories That Are All True 