Influenza A kicked my trash! Last Monday, January 5th, as we were driving back from Utah I noticed my chest muscles getting sore but I figured I had just done push ups for the first time in a long time. We didn't get home until 2 am so the next morning I felt like crap. I just assumed it was because we had got in so late. That evening I got a sore throat and at our parenting class I was super uncomfortable and had a weird pain in my chest. Wednesday I volunteered and went to Costco but didn't feel great and I was losing my voice. Wednesday night I felt like my throat was on fire and Thursday morning I wanted to die. Brian stayed home once he realized how bad off I really was and took the kids to a parade downtown. I got a blessing and then had another terrible night Thursday night. I couldn't breathe, my throat burned and I would have coughing fits until I peed my pants or threw up. I was achy and chilled and super congested. Friday might Brian left for a movie and Macie threw up. I was not used to moving around and had virtually eaten nothing for the last few days. To say Friday evening was terrible would be an understatement. Saturday was about the same. I hate not being able to breathe from my nose and panic if I can't. Sunday was the first day I didn't feel worse. Not really better but not worse. Monday, I could breath and has a little appetite. I felt like I was over the worst part and that I would survive. With that being said I have never been more miserable in my entire life. I have never felt so terrible or wished I could just go comatose for a few days. I would take child birth, a broken ankle or ACL surgery any day over having the flu. Being preggo didn't help because I was limited on what medication I could take. I am not a naturalist or a druggie but when I need medication I take don't mind taking it. So yeah...pretty much the most miserable week of my life and I hope to never relive it. The only thing that would come close would be one of my kids getting it...
UPDATE: Addi's flu experience was more like a cold. I never did give her more than 3 doses of the Tamiflu. The first night I slept with her on the couch and she would wake up talking about Matt and would make funny chewing and hand motions in her sleep. Thankfully it was nothing like what happened to me and no one else got sick. It took me a good 2 weeks to feel better. After the first week I was at least alive but didn't feel great. I now understand how people can die from the flu. It really was the most terrible week ever!








1 comments:
That sounds so awful!! I'm sorry! Glad you made it through it!
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