Because 2022 wants to go out with a fucking BANG, I woke up at 3 am with a throat so sore I could not swallow. Called the doc, she made me come in, got tested, and I have the flu. No covid, though. I feel like hammered shit, so much so that she actually said “I don’t even need to test you, you look so awful I know you have the flu, but I am gonna test you anyway.”
So yeah, chills, the shits, exhaustion, aches, pains, congestion, the works. I’m up right now because I slept all day and can not fall back asleep. I’m totally fucking over 2022, and it has pushed me to the fucking breaking point.
Have I mentioned how awesome it is to have your doc, while evaulating you, remark “You look awful.” I mean, she said it with sympathy, but still.
I have no appetite, either, and am forcing myself to stay hydrated with hot herbal tea and honey, and a protein bar here and there just so my stomach doesn’t get sour from all the bullshit I am taking- we got the nasal spray, we got the pills for the cough, we got the choricidon, we got ear drops because it spread to my ears, we got the tylenol for “pain relief” (that shit never does anything I swear it doesn’t work), the salt water you’ve got to gargle, and then my personal favorite, the chloroseptic spray for the back of your throat that you can never get to spray in the right place so it just makes everything feel vaguely numb for thirty seconds then your mouth tastes like you were sucking on a pharmacist’s gloves for the next hour.
Seriously, fuck 2022. I give the finger to everyone and everything.
Also, I am gassy. I’ll just leave you with that. Fuck this shit.