Butt-kicking virus: 2, Denise: still 0

(Actually, the butt-kicking virus has mutated into a nasty sinus and lung infection but I blame the virus for starting all of this crap anyway)

My Madrona experience ended with a 102 degree fever and a 3 hour visit to urgent care on Sunday.

The good news is that I don’t have pneumonia. Thank goodness or I would have never heard the end of it from Mr. CPA, who was none too pleased with me for not coming home earlier as he had suggested when he found out I was getting sick again at the hotel. I tried to explain that I had not been quite that sick until later Saturday evening, but the fever and non-stop coughing fits weren’t really helping my credibility much at that point.

So no Madrona report until I’m recovered as Mr. CPA is being very strict about the 'resting', which means zero computer time when he is home because he does not think sitting in my office at the computer contributes to my getting better. (I’m sneaking this in quickly while he’s at work). But go see Vanessa’s review of the absolutely wonderful Rovaniemi mitten class that we took until I can write up my own - besides, her samples, as usual, are done and mine are not.

Mr. CPA hasn’t had to worry too much about me sitting at the computer while he’s at work because I have quite a busy daily nap schedule courtesy of my new codeine-based cough syrup. The early, mid, and late-morning naps are followed by the early, mid, and late-afternoon naps, leaving me very little time to contemplate doing anything other than watching the first 10 minutes of any bad daytime television program before nodding off into my drug-induced haze again.

I must be feeling somewhat better as this is the second time today I’ve been non-comatose for more than 20 consecutive minutes.

That’s all for now. The informer (otherwise known as the youngest son) will be coming home from classes any minute and I’m not up for another lecture tonight about not taking care of my health.

Butt-Kicking Virus: 1, Denise:0

You know how after you’ve been sick for awhile and then you start to feel better? How even though you’re not ‘all the way’ better you feel really GREAT just because of the comparative difference to how not great you were feeling just recently?

That was me Saturday. I woke up yesterday feeling terrific. Got up and puttered at some chores and went to the gym to work out like we do every Saturday (well, almost every Saturday – we’re not saints).

I had an excellent workout at the gym and did 4 miles on the treadmill plus nautilus. It felt like the upcoming week held some promise for making significant progress on this:

At some point in the afternoon I started feeling a bit tired but just attributed it to the workout. However, by about 5:00 pm it was becoming clear to me that there might be another reason because I suddenly felt like I’d been hit by a really big bus.

Somewhere around 8:00 pm, knitting on this:

K1-P1 rib diagonal multi-directional scarf

Took come concentration. This pattern is not exactly the nuclear rocket brain surgery (to paraphrase Manolo). Definitely not a good sign.

This morning I’m running a fever and feel worse than I did last week.

Oh, and filed under “Things that would have been good to know yesterday”
Mr. CPA told me this morning that per his doctor, breaking a sweat when you have a virus can cause the virus to rebound. Has anybody else heard that? Not that it helps now but it could be useful for future reference.

Any other time would be bad enough, but I have less than 5 days to shake this off because on Friday morning I fly out to San Diego for the TNNA Winter Trade Show . I have to spend weekend manning a booth and I absolutely, positively cannot not be sick for this.


I'm ready to consider almost anything. Please send me your best tips for treating a bad virus so I don't have to resort to wearing the onion necklace!