Last year I had the dreaded Swine Flu and it knocked me out on my arse more so than any other flu I’ve had in my adult life…though it wasn’t anywhere near as exciting as I’d imagined given all the hype Swine Flu was given!
This year I didn’t get a flu shot and lo and behold come December Mstr. 6 had come down with the flu. The poor thing had a horrible headache, a burning chesty cough, aches and pains all over and a fever. I rushed him to the doctor on Friday morning and it was certainly the flu, nothing bacterial. Mstr. 4 was the next to fall but so far has only had a mild case of the flu. Hubby had a flu shot at work so is all clear and Mstr. 9 has been a little under the weather for the past few days but nothing serious.
Then there’s me. Oh lucky, lucky, dodgy immune systemed me. This flu has matched last years swine flu and raised it a burning chest that is just constant agony. It’s starting to wear me down. After caring for my sickly little ones all weekend I was already run down and may be why it hit me so hard.
We sold the car a few months back as the boys school is a short walk away. Normally the walk is a cinch even in the cold…but breathing in cold air whilst my body is struggling to recover from this flu, equals disaster. It’s a wonder I made it home without passing out on that first day (when I clearly had no business leaving my bedroom let alone the house). I can’t describe the agony of trying to gasp in cold air because a few steps is enough to have me panting with that burning throat and chest thing going on.
This post was started on the 15th whilst I was still in the thick of the flu. I’m finishing it off early morning of the 18th and yesterday I kept the boys home from school. By far the best decision I’ve made all week. I finally feel like my body is starting to recover, though I suspect if I walk myself on the snow covered ground to the rubbish bins I’ll get that icky kick of gasping for breath like an old lady all over again.