Daily life

Being ill in the time of the plague

So, every year around this time, my sinuses like to go haywire and my body reacts by attacking itself, and I get sick. Like, really sick. Though come to think of it, it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten really sick. I guess that having a happy, stable home life does play a part in that. Go figure. Most years I get something like terrible allergies or a bad sore throat. Some years I’ll get strep throat, and at least once a year I tend to lose my voice. I’ve gotten the flu more times than I like, and I’ve had pneumonia a time or two. I’ve ended up in the hospital twice with all kinds of IVs and medications being pumped into me and on oxygen because my lungs ain’t what they used to be. But on a normal year, I just tough it out at home because I don’t like hospitals. Besides, I was poor and uninsured most of my adult life and sure as hell couldn’t pay for a hospital stay. That’s fersure. Anyway, like I said, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten so sick I’ve needed a hospital. Other than that whole gallbladder thing, but that’s a different story. Either way, I get sickly every year about this time. I guess my body doesn’t like this whole Autumn/Winter time of year, even though my mind does. I keep telling people my mind and body are at war with each other and this is just another symptom of that war.

Like today, I woke up with a sore throat and no voice. In a normal year, that would be a, “Yeah, okay it’s that time of year again.” But this is the year 2020, dear reader, and there’s a plague sweeping our world, especially where I live — the United States — that mimics the flu in its early stages. So not to be one of those people but even though I get these symptoms every year my mind can’t help but think… Is it really business as usual? Or am I going to be another statistic in this COVID-19 madness? I mean, I don’t think I’m a hypochondriac… I’m pretty sure that I’m not. It’s difficult to not have a phobia of getting this thing when one’s lungs don’t work though. I’m almost 99% sure that I what I have is my normal, seasonal ailments. Doug and I have been taking all of the necessary precautions when it comes to this thing. Neither of us leave the house unless we absolutely have to, and that’s basically grocery shopping or like, right now he’s getting lunch from the drive thru. I don’t leave the house at all really. Doug does most of the errands. Mostly because I’m agoraphobic and also to cut down on outside exposure. We have minimal contact with anyone. He works from home and I don’t work because I’m disabled. Of course whenever we do leave, we’re all masked up and everything.

Updated from last year

But it’s interesting being sick in the time of the plague. There’s always the question of, “What if…?” Chances are it’s nothing really. But there’s a greater than zero chance it could be the plague. Best not to think about it, I suppose. Just for fun, here’s a funny:

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