I’ll begin this post by acknowledging the fact that I am not a doctor, nor am I a medical professional. Rather, I am an individual currently plagued with something known as Norovirus, and I would not wish this shit on my worst enemy.
Granted, my symptoms are amplified thanks to having Lyme disease, but even without Lyme, this virus is no joke. It’s pure hell, and it’s extremely miserable. My symptoms began on Monday evening; I noticed that, out of nowhere, I was extremely achy and had a pounding headache. My stomach had been a bit of a mess all day, but because I normally have a lot of gastrointestinal issues, I didn’t think much of it. By the following morning, however, my symptoms had reached an all-new level, and I don’t know if I have ever been this ill in my life. If I have, it might have been when I had COVID, but Norovirus stands as a very close competitor.
It’s been two days and I’m not noticing any improvement. Anytime I think I might be starting to feel better, my body violently proves me wrong; I have a bad fever, terrible muscle aches and pains, a pounding headache, nausea, horrible diarrhea, and some of the most agonizing stomach cramps I have ever experienced in my existence. I’m talking curled up in the fetal position, on the bathroom floor, in between using the toilet, sweating one moment and shivering the next.
I have no clue how I managed to catch this virus, but I am staying well within the walls of my home to ensure I don’t pass it along to anyone else. I’m sincerely hoping Blaine doesn’t get it, although it is extremely contagious, so I sadly would not be surprised if he does fall ill.
Norovirus is no joke, people. If you have it, rest, rest and rest, and try and hydrate as best you can.
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