I came down with something Monday morning. But in the meantime I did test negative for covid-19 and the flu. And now it's Friday. I think. And my symptoms are on the wane. Just some leftover congestion. You know what I mean?
But sleeping? No. That's not a thing that's happening (I realize I write about the lack of sleep all the time, but it's sooo negatively impactful…. ). I'm getting no more than three or possibly four hours per night. And blame can be laid upon a combination of factors.
My roommate getting his wee hours blood draws doesn't help at all. And NOW (suddenly) he has a motorized air mattress! I think it's a motor. Or maybe one of those portable generators affixed to the end of his bed.
That damn thing fires up once every 10 minutes, and the droning air-pumping resonance vibrations last approximately two billion minutes (seemingly). Worse yet, the darn thing is only about 5 ft away from my head.
So yes, the contraption is impressively loud. Probably not as loud as an actual gas powered generator, but …
Otherwise I've been out of my room all day long. It's just too flipping hot in there. So yeah, I'm back to being nearly naked again indoors and out.
Have I turned off the heat? Well, yes I have. Several times. But my roommate goes back to the thermostat and turns the heat back on after I leave the premises. And if not him, somebody else does. Is 77° a normal indoor winter temperature? Is 75°? How about 80°?
And then, how do I dress upon leaving the room, when everywhere else is seasonably cool.
Maybe it's me. Maybe it's this mystery illness. Or my forever high metabolism.
Either way, I regularly feel very warm all over… as though I'm heating up from the inside. As though I am being microwaved, slowly. Yes, that's it.
*Beginning yesterday, my roommate had a sudden change of heart. He's super ill (with the same thing I just had) and suddenly appreciates the help I typically offer to any and all unwell humans within my midst.
They are insisting he go to the hospital, yet he refuses. He doesn't want to postpone (or miss entirely) his wedding in a couple of weeks.
For his own sake, I hope he agrees to the hospitalization. And for my sake, too. I need a break. And I need to sleep. Again. Someday.
It's probably not surprising how much my health has deteriorated under these recent circumstances - having a roommate, etc.
Pain-free
One interesting side effect to my lack of sleep, and also being stuck (mostly) in bed sick, is that I haven't had any abdominal pain in the past three days. None. None whatsoever.
I was also able to tolerate a little bit of applesauce orally. And sore throat lozenges. No consequences in regards to either. Plus I even had a couple packets of relish. No stinging burning aching on fire doubling over in pain bruising sensation nearest my duodenum area!
Is this utter lack of pain resulting from my autoimmune system being otherwise occupied? Attacking the illness? Well, I have no idea.
Or is it simply because I've not been upright in my chair all day (everyday), slightly bent at the waist - compressing the very same area that's blocked / backed-up / impinged, due to my constant intestinal bloating?
No matter, I'm rather thankful not having to cope with that aggravation. And I've been far less angry and frustrated overall. Hooray y'all!
Take care,
Howard
But sleeping? No. That's not a thing that's happening (I realize I write about the lack of sleep all the time, but it's sooo negatively impactful…. ). I'm getting no more than three or possibly four hours per night. And blame can be laid upon a combination of factors.
My roommate getting his wee hours blood draws doesn't help at all. And NOW (suddenly) he has a motorized air mattress! I think it's a motor. Or maybe one of those portable generators affixed to the end of his bed.
That damn thing fires up once every 10 minutes, and the droning air-pumping resonance vibrations last approximately two billion minutes (seemingly). Worse yet, the darn thing is only about 5 ft away from my head.
So yes, the contraption is impressively loud. Probably not as loud as an actual gas powered generator, but …
Otherwise I've been out of my room all day long. It's just too flipping hot in there. So yeah, I'm back to being nearly naked again indoors and out.
Have I turned off the heat? Well, yes I have. Several times. But my roommate goes back to the thermostat and turns the heat back on after I leave the premises. And if not him, somebody else does. Is 77° a normal indoor winter temperature? Is 75°? How about 80°?
And then, how do I dress upon leaving the room, when everywhere else is seasonably cool.
Maybe it's me. Maybe it's this mystery illness. Or my forever high metabolism.
Either way, I regularly feel very warm all over… as though I'm heating up from the inside. As though I am being microwaved, slowly. Yes, that's it.
*Beginning yesterday, my roommate had a sudden change of heart. He's super ill (with the same thing I just had) and suddenly appreciates the help I typically offer to any and all unwell humans within my midst.
They are insisting he go to the hospital, yet he refuses. He doesn't want to postpone (or miss entirely) his wedding in a couple of weeks.
For his own sake, I hope he agrees to the hospitalization. And for my sake, too. I need a break. And I need to sleep. Again. Someday.
It's probably not surprising how much my health has deteriorated under these recent circumstances - having a roommate, etc.
Pain-free
One interesting side effect to my lack of sleep, and also being stuck (mostly) in bed sick, is that I haven't had any abdominal pain in the past three days. None. None whatsoever.
I was also able to tolerate a little bit of applesauce orally. And sore throat lozenges. No consequences in regards to either. Plus I even had a couple packets of relish. No stinging burning aching on fire doubling over in pain bruising sensation nearest my duodenum area!
Is this utter lack of pain resulting from my autoimmune system being otherwise occupied? Attacking the illness? Well, I have no idea.
Or is it simply because I've not been upright in my chair all day (everyday), slightly bent at the waist - compressing the very same area that's blocked / backed-up / impinged, due to my constant intestinal bloating?
No matter, I'm rather thankful not having to cope with that aggravation. And I've been far less angry and frustrated overall. Hooray y'all!
Take care,
Howard