THE WEEKEND FROM HELL....The past weekend was probably one of the most beautiful holiday weekends in quite a long time. Everyone I knew were breaking out to enjoy fun in the sun, whether it be at the beach, in the mountains, or the other side of the country.
While everyone was out gallivanting all over our fair country taking it all in, yours truly found the perfect opportunity to get way-layed by the worst case of fever that he ever experienced in his life.
It all started to go down on Thursday. I was managing the bar and going with the flow of things. I could feel myself getting that congested, tingly feeling in my chest, a sure sign that a possible cold was coming on. So of course, immediately step up on the vitamin C, downing one of those 1,000mg packets mixed with water. Usually one of two of those within 24 hours and some sleep does the trick for me. In this case... not even close.
By Friday, I was definitely feeling out of it; By the time I started my night shift, my bones, muscles, and joints were achy. By the end of the shift, I was using the wall to hold me up, that's how weak I felt. Even some of the regulars were concerned. By the time we locked up for the night, I had become a shell of my former self. I went to DUANE-READE to stock up on meds, water and juices, because I got the feeling that this was going to be a long ordeal. I made arrangements for someone to cover for me on Saturday night and when that got confirmed- it was time to tackle this ailment head on.
When I got to the stairwell leading to my apartment, even though I had only one flight to climb, the number of stairs all of a sudden looked like the Pyramids of Egypt. When I F-I-N-A-L-L-Y made it into the apartment, I simply tumbled into bed and passed out. The next 48 hours were literally the longest of my life. Between the trips to the bathroom, the sweating, vomiting, lack of sleep, lack of appetite, lack of human contact.... it was insane. I must have looked like a heroin addict going through withdrawal. At one point late Saturday night, I could have sworn Jesus and the Devil were fighting over me. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
The fever finally began to subside on Monday, but even then, I knew I wasn't 100% . Hell, I'm not 100% now, but well enough to make it through the day shift today. As a matter of fact, I swore that I was going to the hospital if things hadn't improved by today. The worst part about the whole weekend? It was one of those times where even in a city as big as New York, I felt totally alone. And to be honest, it kinda creeped me out. And on top of that, I missed the Brazilian Day Festival. Crap.
It looks like I'm slowly getting back to normal- my biggest fear is trying to do too much, too soon and suffer a relapse. And now I'm hearing that others in the know are beginning to get sick as well. I hope they don't have to go through what I experienced this weekend. It ain't worth it, trust me.
More updates later today, and thanks to everyone who asked about me.
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you have been getting sick a lot lately. might be time to go see a doctor and see what is up.
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