Friday, 9 September 2011

In which I am not amused

I’ve always been lucky enough to be a relatively healthy person.

Despite a childhood being thrown (mostly headfirst, at speed) from ponies, I’ve never broken a bone, and the parents’ laissez-faire attitude to many happy hours spent playing outside in the mud, or with a variety of four-legged creatures seems to have resulted in an allergy-free adulthood thus far. Days off school were few and far-between as I remember them, and bar the occasional winter cold, I’ve never had much cause to gripe.

Or, I hadn’t – until the end of 2009 when my previously robust immune system appeared to pack its bags and leave me to fend for myself.

I was feeling a touch under par one Friday as I sat at my desk in my previous agency, but having never missed a day’s work, I wasn’t planning to start then. I also had no intention of a scratchy throat and a bit of a sniffle stop me heading down to Renowned Military Academy for their winter ball.

Which it didn’t – I duly arrived, had a whale of a time, ceilidhed my little heart out, drank too much and had an hour or so’s sleep.

It was as I was spluttering my lungs out over the guest of honour in the pew in front of me during the Colours to Chapel service the following morning that I thought I might have overdone it just a touch, and as I sweated and shivered my way home that night I conceded that I probably wasn’t entirely on top form.

48 hours later, I was diagnosed as having H5N1 flu.

I spent a fortnight in bed, and then two further weeks at home, and it’s safe to say I was the illest I have ever been.

That bout of flu now appears to be the gift that keeps on giving: I don’t think I now go longer than a couple of months at a time without picking up some sort of bug. Along with countless sore throats and sniffles, I’ve subsequently had a bout of flu that had me off work for a fortnight (missing a trip to Paris into the bargain) and a lung infection that saw a delightful trip to A&E at University College Hospital in the spring.

As I write this, I’m at the end of a double-strength prescription of antibiotics for a throat infection that may or may not be linked to a case of glandular fever, all kinds of tests for which saw me spend a delightful forty minutes at the GP’s yesterday whimpering like the haemophobic trypanophobe that I am.

So if anyone has any magic remedies that’ll improve the situation, I’m all ears. Which, at the rate I’m going, will be the only working part of me left.

6 comments:

nuttycow said...

:(

Sofa, duvet, old films (and/or rugby), sleep.

Get well soon. x

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

You are probably too far gone for it to help at this stage, but I have echinacea (sp) drops which are good for banishing colds and sore throats at the first tickle. I take them in water every day throughout winter and it seems to work.

Or it might just be a placebo, but whatever, keeps me happy.

Failing that, yep, duvet, laptop, and all those films you never got round to watching.x

em said...

Warm Ribena. Live yoghurt (to build up the immune system the pills kill). And if it is glandular fever - LOTS of sleep. x

theperpetualspiral said...

A few years ago I went through a period of catching every bug that seemed to exist. I can emphasise that it is a horrid feeling to lurch from one ailment to the next.

I was sat in a customers office feeling like I was about to keel over as I felt that bad, the girl I was doing some work with recommended that I take Berocca to boost my immune system.

I do not know whether it is something that had genuinely worked, or whether it was a placebo effect, but since then I have only had one small sniffle.

Hamish said...

Whisky

Does much more than it says on the bottle........

Tip number 2

Hangovers..........

Redbookish said...

Hope you're feeling better? Are you asthmatic or allergic in other ways? I'm sure you've had all that checked out, but it might be wort a check up with a specialist asthma nurse. It can make itself felt in mid-twenties -- that happened to me, although I'd had bad exczema [sp] in childhood. So now, I'm both asthmatic & hay feverish & my life changed by taking anti-histamines very regularly (one every night). That said, I worked running a couple of conferences over the last 2 weeks, straight through a cold & bronchitis that should have put me in bed. Sudafed rules! But not very healthily ...

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