Flu season

Just when you thought the Corona thing was getting kind of boring along comes the Flu. To be fair I’ve had both and would take the ‘rona back in a heartbeat if it would just piss off this bloody flu I’ve had for a week.

At least I got to go to my dad’s 70th last weekend, before it hit me. My poor sister got it the Monday before and she’s still suffering. Maybe it was all the free drinks at that party that left my immune system down enough to catch the dreaded influenza, because about 24 hours later I started coughing and it hurt my chest straight away.

I have consistently joked that as I’m out of sick leave since I was off with my covid and then Miss 9’s covid, I would have to call in dead next time so the Monday morning I went to work. And cough-barked but felt it was do-able, maybe I wasn’t sick, it was just cold. But it niggled in the back of my mind that maybe I’d got the flu and I was going to infect everyone. No one said anything, they were either too polite or too short staffed to notice.

So when I felt worse Tuesday it was with epic guilt that I called in sick and went for a PCR. I felt better as the day went on and said I’d be in the next day, then had to call back because the PCR test came back as influenza. FFS!

I do feel somewhat better in the middle of the day but that’s also because during the day right now I’m at home, not talking to anyone and not doing anything. I’m basically just living the dream.

Of an evening everyone comes home and makes me talk which is incredibly frustrating and a little painful because I croak like a frog. I hate losing my voice. I love to sing and joke and tell my kids what to do. But I don’t want to tell them what to do multiple times because my voice isn’t working and they aren’t paying enough attention.

My voice sounds cranky and also I am actually cranky because I’m a communicator and my main method is damaged. I really wish I’d finished that sign language online course I signed up for a couple of years ago and used it with the kids, it would really come in handy right now.

So I came back from my dad’s 70th in beautiful Nambucca motivated and ready to take on the world. Instead I took on the flu and embraced self care. I may as well enjoy it, it’s my annual leave I’m using now. It’s a bit shit but I still have my family, my home and (all things considered) my health. So I’m grateful and hopefully on the mend.