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So over this past week, I've had to deal with Round 2 of The Plague(TM). Not really something I've wanted to deal with, especially considering a) obviously I'd had it once before, and b) I work in a setting where I come into contact with a bunch of high risk people on the regular. But on Saturday, my mom got it for the first time. Obviously this got me in Caution Mode, so I immediately went into as much of Self-Quarantine Mode as I could because I didn't want to get it again. And I managed to hold it off long enough that I could a) go on my first solo grocery trip (which went by surprisingly easy), and b) go to work again the next day and not have any real issues. But unfortunately, whether due to chance or to the fact that Mom never bothered to mask/increase the area's ventilation when she had to leave her room, I ended up testing positive on a rapid test Tuesday morning.
The first two days were Not Fun. I even ended up losing my balance and falling over in the hallway en route to my bedroom after getting a small breakfast the second day. I wasn't particularly injured nor did I break anything, but I still kinda got myself into a negative spiral over that, frantically panic-researching what could have caused it. Eventually I came to the conclusion that it was due to adverse side effects from the anti-congestants I was taking, so I didn't take any more of those for the rest of my sick tenure. (Although now I'm certain it was because of fever-induced overheating and ear congestion throwing me off balance. But I still took myself off of the anti-congestants.) But as I regained appetite, put more fluids into myself, and alternated between tucking under the covers and having my window open to thermoregulate, I was able to gain enough strength to shower myself on the fourth day.
Now I'm on my last day of self-imposed exile, and I can safely say I'm all but finished with the symptoms. All I have is some residual phlegm in my throat, but it's not enough to be annoying. I'm still staying on high alert for signs things could get worse (especially now that my immune system's taken a decent-enough beating from having the Plague twice), but I should be OK to go back to work on Monday and reimmerse myself into routine. Might even throw one of my CDs into the car stereo just to give myself some extra enrichment.
The first two days were Not Fun. I even ended up losing my balance and falling over in the hallway en route to my bedroom after getting a small breakfast the second day. I wasn't particularly injured nor did I break anything, but I still kinda got myself into a negative spiral over that, frantically panic-researching what could have caused it. Eventually I came to the conclusion that it was due to adverse side effects from the anti-congestants I was taking, so I didn't take any more of those for the rest of my sick tenure. (Although now I'm certain it was because of fever-induced overheating and ear congestion throwing me off balance. But I still took myself off of the anti-congestants.) But as I regained appetite, put more fluids into myself, and alternated between tucking under the covers and having my window open to thermoregulate, I was able to gain enough strength to shower myself on the fourth day.
Now I'm on my last day of self-imposed exile, and I can safely say I'm all but finished with the symptoms. All I have is some residual phlegm in my throat, but it's not enough to be annoying. I'm still staying on high alert for signs things could get worse (especially now that my immune system's taken a decent-enough beating from having the Plague twice), but I should be OK to go back to work on Monday and reimmerse myself into routine. Might even throw one of my CDs into the car stereo just to give myself some extra enrichment.
