Forgive the lack of posting. I have spent the last few weeks in the grips of the dreaded influenza B, and I finally seem to be on the mend. I still have some fatigue and the occasional cough, but I’m functional, and I am not burning up like Human Torch from Fantastic Four. This virus just does not seem to want to let go and it’s been awful dealing with this, because there is not much that can be done except for fluid overload and symptomatic management, which is difficult, because of the fact that every cough/flu medication on the market either increases or blocks the effects of my antidepressants. Symptomatic management VS major depression, increased anxiety, the possibility of serotonin toxicity, or increased bleeding risk? No thank you. I’ll take the fever.
I’m just glad that I’m getting better. Everyone around me seems to be getting a rebound of it, and I am… so glad that I am not. Wearing a stupid mask for the week that I did was difficult enough.
So, last month I turned the big 3-0. I spent the last few days of my 20s struggling to breathe and suffering myalgia and I spent my actual birthday at work. My RN that night went out and bought me a vegan cupcake and some flowers because she’s amazing like that, but that was pretty much my whole celebration. Next year I am planning to take a trip, possibly to Amsterdam to visit the Anne Frank House, so hopefully, that will make up for my lack of birthday shenanigans this year.
To update my previous post… my aunt’s autopsy results came back. According to the coroner, she had a massive stroke. I am relieved (in a way) that it wasn’t harm to herself, but at the same time… that’s another person in my family who has succumb to some kind of cardiovascular disease and it’s got the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. It makes me consider my own mortality, which is never a pleasing thought, and since I am already borderline hypertensive… I am looking into changing my lifestyle.
More about that later.