It has been almost four weeks since I have gotten sick. I have been on and off sick but it took a head last week when I thought I was going to die. Going to the doctor's office took all of the energy I had and I sadly fell asleep in the room waiting for the doctor to see me. After a short visit he told me that I had a lung infection, sinus infection and the stomach flu. The news was not surprising since I had not eaten in two days and I felt like hammered crap. I was ordered to spend the next two days in bed and no to eat anything if I could help it. That was not the hard part. I was more than happy not to eat anything but staying in bed for two days and not get up for any reason but the restroom was (I thought) going to be hard. Of course when you pass out and every day becomes a blurr two days, three days its all the same when you're not conscious.
It wasn't until this past weekend I have finally been able to live a real life again. I got up, slowly, and was able to go to the store and shop for some food. Anything to get me out of the house where I felt like a prisoner. On Saturday I felt adventurous and we went to the mall. Well that was not only hazardous to my health but dangerous for my pocketbook. I felt ok at first, window shopping and looking at all the wonderful things I could get or ask for for Christmas. We bought a wonderful coat for my husband at Macy's and an awesome new purse from Icing for me but towards the end of a couple of hours I started feeling tired and run down. I started getting those little aches in the back of my neck and arms and realized I had made a real mistake going out to the mall this soon after trying to recover. We went home and I went straight to sleep.
Sunday and even today I have had problems with coughing and loosing my voice. I still get sharp pains in my back and my right side. I am still not feeling up to par and am not stupid enough to get out of the house again until I am feeling at least 90%. On the flip side, I am completely caught up on my daytime TV. I have been watching The Walking Dead on Sunday, American Horror Story on Wednesday and Grimm on Friday. I have also been watching A Haunting on GRN.
On an odd note before I end this blog, a week before I got really sick I had taken my lab Molly out for a walk. It was a beautiful day and I figured staying close to home was a good idea. I took her out on the trail behind the house. There is a small amount of open space between the trail and the farm behind our house. I let Molly off the leash and let her run around for a while but after thirty minutes or so I was ready to go home. We got back on the trail and was walking home when I realized that I was not alone on the trail. I had turned to see an older man, thin, with a baseball hat, and a bubbled vest. He was alone which was odd. Usually the people on the trail are either with someone else or with a dog. This man was all alone. He walked with a small limp. I kept walking and just tried to play it off but something didn't feel right. I turned around again and despite the fact that this guy was walking slower than me and that he had a limp he seemed to be gaining on me. I walked a little faster pulling Molly along and got a little perturbed. Half way to my house I turned around and he was only four houses behind me. Before he had been at least six to seven houses away. I felt like I was in one of those horror movies where the killer walks slowly at his victim and despite the fact that the victim runs as fast as she can, hopes a train, takes a plane, moves to another country, the killer always catches up to them and kills them. I began to panic feeling uneasy. I turned and he had gotten closer. He limped closer looking like he was disjointed and walking oddly. He walked like a zombie. I finally got to my turn and "jogged" the rest of the way home. I got inside and locked the doors. I looked out my back window for the man and saw him limp past the house. There was something not right about the way he walked. He was slow and limping but he also seemed like he was not in control of his muscles. It was an eerie sight. He walked past and I have not seen him since, not that I have been looking. I plan on taking Molly for another walk when I get better but I think this time I will take her to the dog park instead.
I love your view on life. It's as eccentric as mine. :)
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