RDP Thursday – LONELY
Last Thursday I was laid off from work- so on Friday I took Governor Inslee’s stay at home orders to heart.
I started out last Friday under my first official ‘ Day 1 ‘ under Stay At Home orders.
Until that Thursday I had been deemed part of an the Essential Work force and was taking a train in and out of Seattle. Because of that I worked under the assumption I was dealing with people who carried the contagion or that I was carrying it myself- so I took all of the guidelines for being out in public very seriously.
However, because I didn’t fall into a category to be tested I wasn’t sure if I had the Coronavirus- or if what had bothered me for a few weeks back in February were my allergies or as I felt- I had a touch of the flu.
I’m good about getting flu shots so when I felt a little under the weather I thought maybe what I had been vaccinated against was trying to get me, but couldn’t get a grip on me ( take that ya nasty bug! )
My nose wouldn’t stop running ( I’m serious, it was like a faucet that wouldn’t stop running and if I put my head down or looked down- it was embarrassing. It was like incontinence of the face.) All I wanted to do was sleep and food had lost all of it’s magic for me. It all tasted so blah. I thought it was because of my allergies.
During that time I would be at work going about my business or at home watching tv and then all of the sudden I would feel like I was burning up.
Allergies-maybe menopause? Didn’t know. I just popped some Ibuprofen opened a window put on a tee-shirt and within twenty minutes I felt fine- but it would happen again a few days later and that went on for almost two weeks.
The thing is, my allergies have never had symptoms like that before and I never got hot flashes tied to my menopause symptoms during the day.
But what else could it have been?
I still don’t know.
So within this last week felt like I got to hit the reset button and now I can pay attention to my health.
I feel like Dr Frankenstein- doing experiments in secret with Lucifer looking over my shoulder( actually he does ), I have a print of Lucifer by Van Stuck hanging above my fireplace and I write under it.
The monster I am trying to create? Am I experimenting on myself?
We’ll see. I’ll probably end up writing about it.
The problem is, my worst imaginings are getting a run for their money right now.