What I’ve Learned From the Flu

What I’ve Learned From the Flu


Oh, dearest reader- I’m afraid that the end is neigh. Sadly, I’m sick. Very sick. Like, head cold sick (which may or may not be the flu). I can’t breathe, can’t think, and I have no energy.

The stars seemed to have aligned just right when a fellow student was ill, somehow I got the germ, and then kiddo got the (or, a) cold. Now, she’s fine and I’m the one who’s sick.

Because I’m an idiot who forgot to actually schedule the flu shot for myself. Sure, I noted it but noting something does not (apparently) actually schedule the appointment. Neither does telling yourself that you will schedule it ‘as soon as you can’ and promptly forgetting about it after being distracted by something shiny.

In my great desire not to suffer, I make the great commute to my local drug store (thankfully a very short commute from where I live) and made my bleary-eyed way down to their medicine aisle. I really want to say I handled this part like the mature and responsible adult that I should be right now, but no. I was a shuffling, stuffy, my-head-is-about–to-float-away mess.

Even with all that in mind, I glared at prices. Really, did you know how expensive allergy and cold medicine is?

I didn’t. At all. To say it was a shock is an understatement.

You see, I’m usually healthy, and even when I’m sick- I ‘suffer’ through it (read: whine and act like I’m dying, with some moaning and twitching thrown in for good measure). This time, I couldn’t do any of that. I doubted my fellow students would appreciate the show that is me when I’m sick, or that me being moan-y and twitchy would be entirely conductive to learning about computer innards.

So now we are back at me shuffling down the medicine aisle, now twitching due to prices than dramatics.

Anyway, back to the medicine.

I’ve pretty much stocked up on various decongestants and anything else that I could find. Mostly in an urge to make myself feel normal enough for my tests and other such daily things.

This had.. mixed results.

Day One: Bit meh, but otherwise okay. I though I was out of the woods and things were minor. You see, I take the Tinkerbell approach to being sick. If I believe that I’m not sick enough, I somehow convince myself that I’m better.

Day Two: Oh ha! Yeah, apparently germs cannot be ‘faked out’. Spent most of the day in a near-comatose stupor. School was okay at first, but eventually I could feel heat radiating off me (fever!). Didn’t spread germs (thanks very much to my former hypochondria).  I had what I thought was a ‘big test’ so I couldn’t stay home. No test, instead we dismantled computers. Not good.

Got home, passed out.

Day Three: Take medicine upon waking up, without reading much of the label aside from ‘cough and cold’. Promptly turn into a zombie for four hours. After that wears off, realize taking it in the first place was pointless (whoo!) and I’m starting to feel a bit better.

Fun facts:

  • I did learn that while it did suck when I had it worse, my (pseudo) hypochondria is good for avoiding transmission of germs to others. There that.
  • I’m also a wuss. A big one. I already knew that, so that wasn’t really a learning experience. It’s still going here so I can make this three points, as two doesn’t seem like it’s enough.
  • The Tinkerbell approach does not actually cure an ailment.