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Dec. 8th, 2025 06:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyAbout four hours after that last post, the December ick did, in fact, bodyslam me.
One of my least favorite things about getting older is how my body reacts to the ick. I'm hopeful this is just a cold (it's bad enough as it is, thank you), but this and the last ick (and I think the time before) both included a full day where I could breathe relatively fine with just the smallest, tiniest smidge of a whistle that let you know that hey, congestion was on the docket at some point. And my brain fired alllllllllllllll the way up and well into panic mode on "WE CAN'T BREATHE! WHAT IF SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENS WHEN WE FALL ASLEEP?" Sooo... every time I would finally just about to drift off, I would be jolted back away by that alarm blaring in my brain. Which would set things off all over again. Even KNOWING it would happen this time, I still had entire hours where I was basically just like, "look, we just gotta get to...uh, 6am. 6am, it's fine." And do that for hours on end. It was not fun. The kicker was that after a certain point, like maybe 10:20am, I went upstairs (turns out I could doze a little longer if I 'slept' in my computer chair here, though it was less sleep and more brain stopped screaming) and propped myself up in bed again, and I was out. I woke up at some point, saw the cat on my pillow and thought, "oh, kitty! Loves me. Probably shouldn't be that close but when will I ever get to snuggle? I'll just lie here for a sec-----zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz." So spent Saturday trying to rest and failing, spent Sunday resting and occasionally heading downstairs for a saltine or three.
Alas, I didn't make it out of the ick without hurling, which I'd done Saturday right after calling out of work. Huzzah. I'm not sure if that or the coughing is why certain parts of me hurt like hell. Probably both.
Not sure if I caught Widget's ick, something else, or a half and half situation between Widget's and A's from work, though I do know I doomed myself when I refused to share a handheld thing with A because I didn't want to catch her ick. Like as soon as I said that, you could feel the fates laughing.
Anyway, I'm feeling better but I also know that's a very low bar to clear and that I should absolutely not overextend myself because better than panic attacks on the half hour is barely a bar to clear at all.
Oh, and I forgot that sometime Sunday evening, I went up to bed and got all flummoxed because suddenly I was roasting and couldn't figure out what the hell was happening, oh god, had the fever flared back into existence, should I begin worrying, what to... oh, yeah, uh no. I just had a sweater on because earlier in the day I'd had chills and while sweating the ick out isn't fun, it's kind of part of the deal. So yeah, I had a freakout because I was hot due to wearing a sweater and it took me entirely too long to figure that out. Brains, I gots 'em.
One of my least favorite things about getting older is how my body reacts to the ick. I'm hopeful this is just a cold (it's bad enough as it is, thank you), but this and the last ick (and I think the time before) both included a full day where I could breathe relatively fine with just the smallest, tiniest smidge of a whistle that let you know that hey, congestion was on the docket at some point. And my brain fired alllllllllllllll the way up and well into panic mode on "WE CAN'T BREATHE! WHAT IF SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENS WHEN WE FALL ASLEEP?" Sooo... every time I would finally just about to drift off, I would be jolted back away by that alarm blaring in my brain. Which would set things off all over again. Even KNOWING it would happen this time, I still had entire hours where I was basically just like, "look, we just gotta get to...uh, 6am. 6am, it's fine." And do that for hours on end. It was not fun. The kicker was that after a certain point, like maybe 10:20am, I went upstairs (turns out I could doze a little longer if I 'slept' in my computer chair here, though it was less sleep and more brain stopped screaming) and propped myself up in bed again, and I was out. I woke up at some point, saw the cat on my pillow and thought, "oh, kitty! Loves me. Probably shouldn't be that close but when will I ever get to snuggle? I'll just lie here for a sec-----zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz." So spent Saturday trying to rest and failing, spent Sunday resting and occasionally heading downstairs for a saltine or three.
Alas, I didn't make it out of the ick without hurling, which I'd done Saturday right after calling out of work. Huzzah. I'm not sure if that or the coughing is why certain parts of me hurt like hell. Probably both.
Not sure if I caught Widget's ick, something else, or a half and half situation between Widget's and A's from work, though I do know I doomed myself when I refused to share a handheld thing with A because I didn't want to catch her ick. Like as soon as I said that, you could feel the fates laughing.
Anyway, I'm feeling better but I also know that's a very low bar to clear and that I should absolutely not overextend myself because better than panic attacks on the half hour is barely a bar to clear at all.
Oh, and I forgot that sometime Sunday evening, I went up to bed and got all flummoxed because suddenly I was roasting and couldn't figure out what the hell was happening, oh god, had the fever flared back into existence, should I begin worrying, what to... oh, yeah, uh no. I just had a sweater on because earlier in the day I'd had chills and while sweating the ick out isn't fun, it's kind of part of the deal. So yeah, I had a freakout because I was hot due to wearing a sweater and it took me entirely too long to figure that out. Brains, I gots 'em.
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Date: 2025-12-16 11:15 pm (UTC)I think I finally have some weather-predicting (or at least weather-reactive) arthritis. This is the first year that cold has really set my lower back off - it's like the back of my pelvis just locks up and is like, nope! I had to up my heating pad game earlier this year and now I've taken to taking my old one (that heats up RLY FAST) to work, just in case, because I'm on the frozen tundra side of the office. Sigh.
Getting old sucks!
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Date: 2025-12-18 03:02 pm (UTC)Ooof to the weather reactive arthritis. D: What is it with the lower backs this year? Mine is starting to scream more than it should (this is where I once more write a love letter to my purple heating pad) and a few other friends have mentioned theirs basically saying yeah, eff this life. Does this mean soon you'll be out there going, "yeah, it's gonna rain, my back says maybe 12 hours away, max" type of stuff?
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Date: 2025-12-19 11:38 pm (UTC)Seriously. It's been cold and rainy and gross, and now it's going to be 70-something next week. And all this cold front-warm front business is just making everyone sick. SIGH.
I did think of you and your nifty new bed once my brain kicked out of freak out mode and was more in actual thought mode.
It has truly been glorious, especially when I had to start using a heating pad on my back. On the other hand, I can't really lay on the sofa without irritating my back/bad leg now. So you win one, you lose one.
Does this mean soon you'll be out there going, "yeah, it's gonna rain, my back says maybe 12 hours away, max" type of stuff?
No, not yet. My pain has been reactive instead of predictive. It's cold, I sit too long, when I stand up my back protests. Or, I'm standing up somewhere and when I try to move, my back protests. So maybe its just pain that's not arthritis? IDK, I've never had arthritis before that I'm aware of.
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Date: 2025-12-20 03:50 pm (UTC)The bed giveth, the body taketh away.
Even when I remember to check the weather, I'm still not sure what I'll walk out into on my way to/from work. Will I regret leaving my sweatshirt at work or will I be sweating even without it? Guess we'll find out! But the idea of Christmas and after being damn near 70+ is just unacceptable and I hate it. :/