This week, I was laid low by norovirus on the same day I got my period. Other than c-section recovery, I have never experienced anything quite like it. I am truly humbled. I just drank a full glass of water and thought, "ok, that's enough food for now."
Also this week: It was 80 degrees and sunny yesterday, and we had a thunderstorm overnight. Today it is 40 degrees and we are getting snow overnight.
And now please excuse me while I prep for the frogs and locusts.
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Word. I went in to teach this morning and it was 75 and sunny; an hour later I came out and it was 50 and storming.
It does feel like all my illnesses now are so much worse than when I was younger, except for some reason colds, which are milder. But like flu? Weeklong coma, more or less. I can't tell if it's b/c my body is just physically less resilient due to age and decrepitude, or b/c there are so many more responsibilities that I'm allowing to lapse whenever I'm sick that it just feels like every illness is more apocalyptic than when I just suffered physical symptoms but my life was not disrupted.
I think it's both — advancing decrepitude and we rarely get time to rest until we've actually recovered. I've never taken more than one sick day at a time for myself.
One upside to being older, though: I don't catch everything my kids get. They were both home with high fevers earlier this month and I never felt sick at all. That's why norovirus and flu suck so hard, I think. No one ever develops lasting immunity to either of them.
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