I had an unexpected emergency a couple of weeks ago and had to fly back home. Caught up with a few friends when everything was settled, but I guess a random combination of factors (climate, insomnia, food, health, blah) caught up and I developed fever, a runny nose and sore throat right on the day when I was due to return to Melbourne.
How wonderful! As always, “good” things come in threes.
So I visited the good old doc that I have not been to in years. Got a jab, fever receded and all’s well that ends well – or so I thought. Extreme low humidity of the plane caused my sore throat to come back, along with aching sinuses. I never realised how painful they could feel when it’s too dry for them to even produce mucus. Inflight entertainment consisted of tossing and turning, visiting the john and asking the flight attendants for warm water. Agony.
The sinuses were so exhilarated at the plane touching down, they started producing mucus nonstop. Hello again runny nose, how I have missed thee. An afternoon nap later, and my fever came back too. It felt like a family reunion, only of the virulent kind. Fever went up to 39.5 degrees Celsius by night time. Stan and V drove me down to a 24 hour clinic in St Kilda which thankfully did bulk billing, much thanks to my Medicare card too. It was weird but my fever actually receded to 37.8 degrees when the doc took a reading. So all right, we all went home after getting a prescription and everyone was tired of course.
I tried to sleep, and failed miserably; was a wreck by morning. Felt weak, slightly delirious and brain would work incessantly on random and depressing thoughts. This went on for the next couple of days, until I managed to sweat the fever out.
Point to note: NOTHING beats fever curing like the good old “wrap yourself in a thick quilt and sweat the shit out of yourself” remedy, fever’s usually gone by the time the sweat’s outta your pores.
But it sure felt shitty being unable to sleep, thinking depressing thoughts while shivering and having a pounding headache at the same time. Have you ever listened to your blood pulsing along your head, like a f-ing heavy drumbeat pounding away? Trust me, it feels like crap especially when you are trying to get to sleep.
And I haven’t been the depressed suicidal kind since forever, but this fever took me to new depths. Yes, I really felt that bad. And it felt doubly awful because of work issues lying over my head like a mountain; how the hell do you rest when no one else is fully doing the job?
I haven’t fully recovered at the point of this post, but I’m lucid, slightly mobile (albeit homebound) and hoping to make a full recovery by next week. Meanwhile, it’s plenty of fluids, plenty of sleep (still having problems accomplishing this) and plenty of boring food because the body says a firm no to anything that’s beyond bland or mildly flavoured.