The best laid plans… Isn’t that how the saying goes?
Nearly three weeks ago, I started not feeling like myself, but I chalked it up to stress. Two weeks ago, I started feeling better, but then the illness came back leaving me tired and grumpy. Last week, it struck with full vengence, leaving the days a blur of pain, sleep, coughing and other miseries.
The Flu.
I got the flu – the real influenza – for the first time in my life last year in July. It was horrible. Somehow I managed to get it again this year and it was twice as bad. I ended up in the hospital twice (once to check I didn’t have pnuemonia, once when I was coughing up blood).
Needless to say, I’m finally getting past things and am into recovery mode. To think, I started out this whole thing wondering if I’d somehow managed to get knocked up and am now grateful my lady part aren’t operational because any tike would have been put through hell being in my womb through all this.
This whole thing has been a wake up call that I want to be stronger. I don’t want things like this to happen to me. I know that no matter what I do for my health, I will get sick sometimes, but I also know I will be able to handle illness better if I’m healthier from the get go.
I’m still very weak and tired, but that’s just giving me plenty of time to contemplate how I’m going to do things from now on. The flu will not knock me three for three.



