No, not that one. Thankfully we haven’t let that one slip in front of Owen yet.
I mean “FLU”. Who knew those three little letters could inflict so much pain and suffering? Before getting the flu, I would have been one of the many who brush off the flu with thoughts like, “Oh, it’s like having a really bad cold”. If any of you out there still think that, I have to tell you: You are wrong. Dead wrong. And you MUST have never had the flu yourself, or you’d never say such a thing again. I know I won’t.
Having the flu feels like a brush with death.
Ok, ok, that’s a little dramatic.
But I am generally really tough when it comes to getting sick. Nothing gets me down. I am stoic. I am strong. I power through and most people have no idea how sick I’m feeling. But this flu? This flu knocked me on my ass.
What started as a tickle in my throat on Tuesday night became a full blown, bring-me-to-my-knees shocker by Wednesday evening. By that night I was struggling to breathe in the hotel bathroom (staying at a hotel running a training event at my company as part of my job) and watching my temp climb. I was shivering and feverish and every fiber of my being hurt. It just… HURT. My hair hurt. My fingernails hurt. My doctor said I needed to be seen first thing in the morning (they were concerned about me getting enough oxygen for the baby), so I gathered all of the strength I had to pack my bags and get my car the next morning.
Of COURSE I was about to run out of gas (remember? Getting gas is my Achilles heel…), so I had to make a detour, but I finally made it to the doctor’s office on Thursday morning. In almost no time they confirmed it was the flu and quarantined me in a room with a mask on.
Long story short, I had/have the flu. And I barely got out of bed for the last 4+ days. Since I wasn’t supposed to be home from my work trip until Friday, and I did NOT, under any circumstance, want to share these germs with Owen, Benjamin and I successfully hid the fact that I was home until Friday. We shut the door to our room and parked my car around the block so that he wouldn’t know I was home so I could rest. When I did finally see him on Friday night, I wore a mask and barely touched him. It was so sad, for both of us, but I would do anything to spare him the pain that I was feeling.
I need to spend the rest of Owen’s naptime napping myself, because DAMN this thing is still kicking my ass, but at least I’m not contagious anymore, so I can play with my family without getting them sick. I still can’t breathe and get winded/tired just walking up the stairs, so I have a ways to go before I’m back to normal.
So here’s my PSA. If you have not gotten a flu shot. GO. GET. YOUR. FLU. SHOT. Seriously, today. It is completely irresponsible not to get one. (I got one, and apparently it still significantly reduces your reaction/length of your illness if you are one of the unlucky ones who get it even after getting the shot. In general, though, you are far less likely to get the flu if you get the vaccination!). If you are a parent and you have not taken your children to get it, TAKE THEM IN TODAY. I would never, ever wish this horrible experience on anyone, especially a child. I know there is a lot of false information out there about vaccinations and reasons to talk yourself/your kids out of getting one, but I am telling you, none of those reasons are worth having the flu.