Wednesday I stayed home from work because I wanted to get well because I had a move coming up and Orycon, let alone making it through another week of work. It felt good staying home, I felt much better. Then Thursday I went to work.
Still felt a little run down, though. Still took the Theraflu at lunch time. I even went to work on Friday.
Here's where I think I went wrong, excusing for the moment that this could be a strong virus: I rode my bike back and forth to work on Thurday and Friday (Wednesday I had a ride). That's 5.75 each way approximately. It takes 30-35 minutes to bike that. Now I hadn't thought about it at the time, but hindsight is 20/20. My body needed energy to fight the virus and here I was taking it away by excercising, basically an hour each day. I've become so used to biking, it never occured to me to question it when I was sick. At least not until it was too late.
So I'm at work on Friday. I make it to lunch. I don't have much of an appetite. I drink my Theraflu. And I don't feel like moving. My lunch goes a little long, longer than what I'm comfortable doing. I go out to work but it becomes clear that I'm dragging and that I'm of no use for the day.
I call my boss and tell her I need to go home. Which is the best for everyone, really. I have a feaver and I feel achy. Now I can't get a ride home because nobody else is leaving and our car is with Ximena at her job. I talk with her on the phone and we discussed a number of possiblities to get me home. I had no money for the bus. In the end, I decided to bike home, slowly, taking my time, drinking water and taking breaks.
It took me an hour to get home. And boy was that bed comfortable when I got there. I felt instantly better--my body no longer in the theroes of excertion.
Saturday I spent all day in bed even though I felt there's stuff that needed to be done. Ximena assures me we're making great progress and have accomplised a lot already getting ready for this move. She is so right.
Sunday is here and I feel better. Still have the sore throat. But I have more energy and we're packing and moving things. I'm also taking breaks and drinking juice and sucking on lozenges.
Tomorrow, I don't know about work. If I do go in, I'm not biking. I only work three days this week, my last day being Wednesday. I'll probably drive the car or get a ride all three days. I hate to miss anymore work days because we could really use the money for the move. That may be so, but we also need my health. I don't want to be sick during the move. And I hope I haven't given this bug to Ximena.
Flu virus be gone! I have stuff to do!