I was relatively sure I was dying the past five days, or so.
Friday and Saturday night, I felt I must have allergies or a gross head cold - the kind where you blow so much green snot out of your noggin that you wonder where it's all being stored.
By Sunday morning, I was SICK.
Like, Mama can't stand up to get to the bathroom so I'll just crawl thanks.
Like, I cannot open my eyes.
I am coughing up a lung and have now discovered where all of that green snot is being stored.
I am blowing through the Kleenex like there are bombs shooting from my nose.
My eyes burn.
My chest burns.
Not even Coke Zero sounds good.
Yup, write my obituary.
Braxton filled pillowcases with ice that I laid on and then placed a COLD towel over the other side of my head.
I slept so much I was living in dreamland.
I got myself to Instacare on Monday.
Three hours later, I was Covid negative but have a very bad upper respiratory infection.
The lingo from the professionals was that this is all they are seeing:
Unvaccinated people getting the Delta variant Covid and some that are vaccinated.
Those who are vaccinated have this horrific upper respiratory infection, which is also viral and therefore antibiotics do us no good.
Perfect.
By perfect, I mean this sucks.
I attempted to go to work yesterday due to a lack of staffing.
I was sent home to work from my bed.
Smart.
I am at home, working from the same bed today.
Although, there is light on the horizon!
The fever broke.
There is less green snot being stored in my body.
I am still coughing, but I am at a point where I wonder if I'll be coughing for the rest of my mortal life.