Almost to the hour one week ago my struggle with this years influence virus started. First I didn’t feel sick at all. I had appointments all day, some work and I was travelling. Just when I came home I felt a bit exhausted and decided to take an anti-cold-bath. You know, the ones with the nice eucalyptus oils and vapors.
A few minutes later I had serious doubts I would get out of my bath tub.
The following days I was mostly sleeping and shaking. The sort of shakes and moves that are usually reserved for people with malaria in really old and cheesy WWII movies. I have to apologize to all the actors I have ridiculed for their “sick” performances. They were spot on – I too was making weird and silly noises throwing my head around in a soaked shirt. And I was not even fighting to defend the British Empire from any invaders …
My stomach taught me the original meaning of the old and wise idiom “Where is all that shit coming from?” and kept me on a constant marathon between my bed and my bathroom for the better of four days and very long nights.
Finally that pesky virus got weaker, I got some real sleep and feel less like dying. And I had my first kinda meal today: half a Knackwurst and mashed potatoes. I feel like a winner.
To be honest: this case of influence scared almost anything and everything out of me. I was very close calling the ambulance and getting myself hospitalized for good. But I never felt so exhausted and damaged after a “simple” flu like this one.
This time I killed the virus, but I am really afraid his next of kin might be even nastier next time.
