Yes, I said it, I have man flu. I’m a girl, and I get manflu.
I hate getting sick. Well, I don’t know anyone who ENJOYS being ill, but I hate it more than most people do. I haven’t been ill since I moved to Cape Town, so that’s just short of 2 years. When I moved down, I was so lucky to have my mom in the car with me, because I was so sick, and coughed so much I couldn’t drive for more than an hour or 2 without feeling like the muscles in my back were going to combust, or wrench themselves from my body in protest. Since then I’ve managed to stave off even the common cold (by sheer luck and stubbornness I may add). Sadly, it appears my luck has run out.
A week ago I woke up with a tickle in my throat. I made the assumption it was the Roaccutane drying my throat out, because it dries things out, and poured copious amounts of water and coffee down my throat. By the afternoon, I could feel I had a full on infection in my throat, and went to the pharmacy to get some meds. Quick segue, am I the only person who hates going into Clicks to use the pharmacy? There is ALWAYS a queue! Anyway, I digress. I explained to the pharmacist that I had pain in my throat, a possible fever and that I could feel the flu coming on. The pharmacist refused to give me Linctagon (I found out later that if you ask for it by name they won’t give it to you, purely because you can get high on linctagon. Who knew?) but gave me Flusin, and good old Andolex for my throat. I teamed this with rooibos with lemon and honey (eugh, I hate tea! For more info, refer to the name of my blog), strepsils, bed rest, and MedLemon I managed to keep the flu out of my chest and my throat pain went away.
During the week it felt like the flu was drifting to my chest, so I hit it even harder and added cough mixture to the bunch to try prevent this turning into bronchitis. It’s been bouncing between my throat and chest, and I’m sad to report it’s in my chest and I’m going to have to see a doctor tomorrow. Also, it’s hit my nose. In 24 hours I’ve used a box of tissues, and my nose is raw. Add to that the fact that Roaccutane dries your skin out (but apparently not your snot glands) and I want to cry every time I put a tissue to my nose. It was so bad last night, I couldn’t even kiss Rickus to celebrate our engagement. I spent a fair amount of time today saying “eugh, I’m dying”, further cementing the thought that I do not have flu, but manflu.
Now I wait for my brain to slowly ooze from my nostrils! If you have any advice on how to get rid of this runny nose, I’d love to hear them. I hate doctors more than I hate getting sick, and I’ve seen enough medical professionals this month.
Hugs & sloppy daxie kisses