I have no idea what hit me, but it sure hit hard.

Christmas evening I felt a little something but nothing you’d give two thoughts to. Slept, woke up, went to the gym…. but actually went to Walgreens first because I felt the need for meds. BTW, big thank you to the pharmacist. I was set to get a cough suppressant because I was coughing because my throat was itchy and any time I’d breathe in it would tickle and I’d cough — I was getting raw from all the coughing. She said I didn’t want the suppressant because that would be appropriate if I had a cough because I had a cough. I had a cough because of something else, so it was more appropriate to treat THAT and then the cough would go away. She told me to take a Claritin (or Zyrtec or whatever allergy med) and that would address things. She also said to take an expectorant and Sudafed. I took her advice and oh what a difference it made!

Anyways, whatever I had knocked me down for the count. I didn’t do a complete gym session. When I got home, it all came rushing on very quickly. I felt like warmed-over hell, fever, nauseous, I would lay down and even that wasn’t comfortable. Everything sucked. What made it worse was I would drift off to sleep, wake up feeling like hours must have gone by, but it was only 30 minutes. The day dragged. Miserable. I haven’t been sick like this in many many years.

I don’t know what caused it, but I’m guessing my lack of sleep the past few weeks broke me down enough.

Anyways, last night my fever finally broke and I felt less dead. Finally ate a little bit of food (just some brown rice). Went to bed as normal, but around 12:30 woke up and I’ve been up since. Body said no more sleeping. But on a good note, I finally felt some hunger pangs! So I ate a little bit and now here I am, catching up on things.

Thank you for all the well-wishes.