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In sickness and in health

Let's see, probably the first barely symptoms were Monday night; I had a runny nose after soccer practice. Thought nothing of it because it was cooling off, and everyone gets a runny nose when they run outside. Tuesday, woke up feeling pretty run down, muscle aches, and a head ache. I was planning on just sleeping it off, and that's what I did, except I ended up binge-watching the squid game, a bad idea; that show is so slow, so sucky, and has so much violence, that sucked. I actually have a theory about that; I believe if I had just read like I knew I should, I would have taken my recovery down significantly. Because as my studies have shown, like social dilemma references, the reality of the shows these days trigger the stress hormone even though it's just on a screen. So that show was so violent, with such graphic violence, that I was just on a drip of stress hormones for a day. Absolutely NOT what you want to do when you are trying to recover. So I got worse well before I got better, and still, I am not better but seem to be just in the run over by a buss stage. My back is so sore I can't sleep unless I take a bunch of ibuprofen, granted I actually slept last night for the first night in three, so maybe today has an option for improving rather than waving back and forth to miserable, to tolerable. My sense of smell and taste went goodbye last night, I made some pork belly for the kiddos, ate one of the first batches, didn't taste great, but I tasted it; my appetite has been gone for three days now and doesn't seem to be coming back anytime soon. The second batch, kids said, was a little dry but tasted good; I tried one and NOTHING, kind of a funny conversation to have with the kiddo (yes, we are distancing), what does nothing taste like? Like water or air was the best response I could come up with. I sit here typing, and my back is on fire, I have my first cup of coffee in four days, but I can't smell it or taste it, hoping it may act as a good antioxidant and kick my system into recovery. I read online what to expect, and of course, its either you'll be fine, or you'll die. Well, now that we got past that WTF, how about some TRUE accounts of what people have gone through, I found one, and it sounds very similar to my experience thus far; his lasted 11 days! I hope not, but the way I'm feeling, I get it, seems like this bastard of an illness is here to hang out with me for a while. If you go by averages, I'll be good to go as soon as fall break is over. You never know what's good and what's bad. 

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