On the one hand, I hate being sick with anyone to witness it, but on the other hand, that also means having to fend for yourself. My biggest concerns were making sure the dog was getting in and out to go to the bathroom, getting his meals and always had enough water to drink. I actually ended up filling the bathtub with water in case I just couldn't manage to make sure his bowl was filled.
I was VERY lucky that there was a friend that could food shop for me and go out for various medicines. I was also very lucky that when I woke that first day with the sore throat but no other symptoms I went myself for some of that Chloroceptic numbing throat spray a picked up a loaf of bread and some bananas while I was there. As soon as I got home I started writing an email to someone and never got it finished because I went downhill THAT fast. It was really only about a half an hour after I got home that I went from having nothing more than a really sore throat to a roaring fever with chills and feeling like someone stole all the bones and muscles out of my body - I literally ended up with my head on the keyboard and sort of melted from the chair onto the floor. From there I crawled to the bed and didn't move for nearly 24 hours.
Those first 3 or 4 days were the worst. I don't really even recall much at all about them since the fever was so high I was having trouble remembering where I was and where the bathroom was. Yoshi might have missed one day of food, and I must have been letting him in and out at least once or twice a day but damned if I remember doing it. He had to have known I was deathly ill because I definitely remember him lying on the bed beside me almost the whole time those first few days, and he NEVER sleeps in the bed because it's too warm for him. For a couple of weeks afterward he was glued to my side where ever I went, didn't want to hang out outside for much longer than to do his business (he LOVES to be outside whatever the weather) and he'd just look at me constantly with a worried expression. This actually really scared me since I was already wondering if I might die in my bed, but if he was that worried, too, than it must mean that I actually might.
At that time though, I was so sick I truly didn't care if I'd died or not. The fever at that time was hovering a little over 103 which is definitely where your brain just isn't doing much normal function. It was also rather convenient that with it that high I never had to pee. It actually was sometime around the 3rd or 4th day that I was lying in bed debating with myself whether or not to bother with trying to crawl to the bathroom or just peeing the bed... I actually did decide to just pee in the bed, but at the same time it struck me that I could think again since I was once again having a debate with myself and making a decision. I never did pee the bed... I fell back asleep and when I woke up again a few hours later I realized I finally needed to pee and managed to stumble to the bathroom (though I think I fell asleep on the potty and don't recall getting myself back to the bed.
For the next couple of weeks I spent either in the bed or on the sofa coughing myself purple and feeling so physically beaten up even the bottoms of my feet ached and walking was a chore just because of that. Generally I did nothing but sleep, go to the bathroom, cough, take medicine, feed the dog, let him in and out, and occasionally eat a banana or a piece of bread even though I still didn't really feel like bothering with eating.
Anywho, looking back (though at the time I was too sick to care) it was not a good idea that I was alone during those first few days. I wasn't even capable of contemplating how sick I was and if I should go to the hospital or call or doctor or a friend or something much less figuring out where the phone was or WHAT a phone was at that time in order to do it. I absolutely needed someone to shop for me and stuff like that for weeks afterward since there's no way I could have managed to drag myself out the door or drive the car or shop for groceries or anything... it was a couple of weeks before I could even managed a shower and change clothes. But me being me, once the worst was over with I wouldn't have wanted to deal with anyone there as long as there was someone who could do those errands for me.
I've never been so sick in my life. I've had the flu before but never like THAT. No way am I ever going to risk getting something like that again. Hell, I'll get a flu shot every day of the week and twice on Sundays for the rest of my life if that was what it took to keep that evil illness away from me!
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