About thirty years ago, I had a severe case of the flu–severe enough that I decided I would not go through another winter without a flu shot…and I’ve had one faithfully every year since. I’ve had the occasionally cold, but no more flu. Not until this year!
This winter has not been a good one! Shortly before Christmas I came down with a couple of “bugs”–not the flu, but something that threw my immune system for a loop. I also have MS, although it does not appear to be terribly active. But these bugs triggered some residual weakness, and my brace shoe, cane, walker, and wheelchair all came out of storage. I was hopeful they wouldn’t be needed for very long, but I began to wonder, as it took a while for things to clear up. But they eventually did–and everything went back into storage.
This time, the blizzard of 2011 apparently blew in some other “junk” as well. The first couple of days I felt nauseous–and when that finally cleared up, I found myself coughing significantly…sometimes a dry cough, sometimes feeling like my throat was going to be torn apart, and sometimes feeling like it was down deep in my chest. Under mild protest yesterday, I finally called the doctor–and went in to see the nurse practitioner.
I’d made sure to get my flu shot this year–but apparently I picked up a strain that wasn’t covered by it. So here I am…on five days of tamiflu, with orders to drink lots of liquids…and rest. Rest at a time when I’ve got several major activities and projects that need to be finished–yesterday, of course.
I guess sometimes our bodies absolutely demand to be listened to. We may think that we’ve done everything we can to keep pushing, but eventually something will rebel, despite the “sure protection” we think we have–and we will have to slow down.
I keep thinking that I’m going to do a better job of work-life balance. So far I haven’t had much luck, but as I get older, I’m discovering that if I don’t do it by choice, my body will force it on me!