The glorious flu

So… yeah, still pretty sick. Had a slightly better day yesterday. Actually managed to tag along with grandpa and play gofer at the very least. Good thing too, because big brother got hit by the same bug and is exactly one day behind me with his symptoms. Meaning, he was basically out of commission yesterday, like I was the day before that.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Friday got skipped at the blog, so I better get you up to date.
First some good news. Tenant is home, and she is of course ecstatic being back with her doggies. Regretfully she’s giving us fits refusing to eat and drink proper. She tries, but then just…meh. It’s a struggle.

But okay, Friday. We went to the job, and I was feeling only slightly under the weather, which was okay, since we had hang the tankless water heater together. Worked just fine, I gofed, big brother did complicated stuff, and around two the first wave hit me. Wooh. Seriously. I had to sit down a moment. All of a sudden I was absolutely freezing. Big brother wasn’t affected so he told me to lie down before I passed out, which I did (the heater was hung after all)…lie down that is, for about thirty minutes, in the full sunshine, which did take care of the freezing feeling, for a bit. Did some more gofing, hauled supplies for big brother, started shivering again, helped drilling holes and measuring, got worse. Lied down again, pains starting all over, dozed a bit, only to have big brother wake me, telling me that the power went off about an hour earlier. Sweet mother of gawd! I have never been so happy in my life. I managed, to help load up our stuff, hauled my butt into the car, sent an SMS the boss lady (it’s not that she would have minded if we’d canceled due to my rapidly deteriorating health, I just hate doing that. The power was a good reason, since none of our machinery were of any use.) and conked out on the way home.
Once there, I just barely managed to drag my sick butt to my cabin, threw off my clothes, put on sweats and passed out for the next sixteen hours. Seriously, the flu has never hit me like that.
Spent the entire Saturday in bed too, after feeding the dogs, that is, only to have the fever break Sunday night, leaving me feeling markedly better. Changed my sheets (soaked everything during the night) washed my cups, hung a massive amount of laundry, and proceeded to help grandpa prepare for the predicted rain.
Packed up stuff by the igloo, finished laying the roof by the storage, put a cover on a leak of the old RVs roof.
Helped tenant (with a mouth cover, mind you. No way we’re risking her on this flu, only short amounts of time inside for me) and was more than ready to call it a day. Did watch the movie Salt, which I found a surprisingly nice movie. They don’t make them like that a lot anymore, but then Phillip Noyce is a terribly good director, and Jolie knows how to put a character down.
I liked that she managed to keep it gritty, and didn’t insist on staying “pretty” the way a lot of actresses do these days. When you play beat up in a movie, you’re supposed to look it, and she did that.
This director can totally make Saving Nina into a movie for me.
But anyway, I had a bit of a relapse today. Mostly because the night was pure horror. I kid you not. Torture can not be much worse than what went on during the night. I was cold in my bones. Yes. You read that right. Nothing feels quite as scary as feeling cold prix of ice in your bones, while back, legs and whatever kept aching and cramping. Finally gave up and asked grandpa to bring me a hot water bottle to warm me up, trying to do what two painkillers couldn’t. The heat helped a little, allowed me to drift off for an hour of two, then heat was gone and I had to start all over again, twice before the night was over.
Had to take several naps during the day, and the aches are still there, but…okay, I survived. Hah.
Today I didn’t do much of anything, except sleep, which felt healing, rather than passing out, and I had to take Knight to the vet to have his ear checked.
Afterward, despite the fact that I would much rather take a nap, I made supper, can’t be without proper supper after all, and then helped tenant to bed because caregiver had to take Sally to the hospital for her MRI.

Which sums up the past weekend. I, for one, would sell my soul to go to bed, so I better do that, eh? Hah.