Now I am not a terribly abstemious person. I like to eat good food, I like to drink, I like to smoke. I wouldn't say I am gluttonous, nor a drunkard, nor do I smoke ridiculously. But I enjoy these comforts, and along with coffee, they are the four pillars on which I stand.
I have toppled over now, due to the horribleness that is glandular fever.
Good food? No way- I feel as though its the opposite of the famous Seinfeld quote from the Soup Nazi episode ('No soup for you'), for me is 'Only soup for you!' Sigh... I am not generally a soup person, except for exceedingly spicy or flavourful Asian soups like Hot & Sour or Tom Kha Gai. But these are out too... my tender throat surely couldn't even bear the first spoonful.
Drinking? Well, I originally thought I had tonsillitis from a bacterial infection. This was two weeks ago. I took penicillin, I missed two work shifts, I stayed at home for five days and felt better. The penicillin worked I thought. Ok, so a little bit of drinking... bad idea, especially since it wasn't bacterial, my immune system had just finally taken the upper hand. So yeah, even when I feel better from this viral Epstein Barr shite that has afflicted me, I still cannot drink for like a month... sigh...
Smoking? Nope. I was foolish, I had a smoke after I felt better the first time, but it stung my throat horribly. I should have thought... hmmmm... bad idea, I shouldn't smoke for a while. Well, I'm paying for it now, I shouldn't smoke for at least a month after I feel back to normal. I guess its a good thing I am not addicted to tobacco, I just really like it.
Coffee? They say one is tired all the time with glandular fever, and that is certainly true. I walk about in a stupor and sit in general malaise. But it is so damned difficult to sleep properly. In any position one lays, saliva pools in the mouth, so either you have to constantly wake up to spit it out, swallow it with difficulty or just let it drool out. Unfortunately sleeping has become a combination of all three. In addition, there are times I'll just wake up at random hours of the night, sit up, and just not want to lie back down. Of course, since I am not doing my normal daily walking of a couple miles to work, to the city centre or wherever, I have horribly restless legs. So coffee? I could, but it's probably not a good idea. I have never drunk so much herbal tea in my life.
If I was religious, I would think that god was punishing me by not respecting Lent for the last several years by making me give up my four pillars of happiness all at once, during Lent. As an agnostic, I find it a bit ironic.
Perhaps even the worst part of this is I have had to pass up two dates with someone, and if he hasn't had glandular fever before, then he will surely get it unless we were to not kiss for something like six months according to some website... so there we go, fifth happy pillar that sometimes but not always exists, gone too...
Ok, I should say that as an illness goes, there are a plethora of other things that are worse, and I have the deepest respect for that. I know, I am just pissing and moaning... But I have extreme sympathy for all who have gone through this, which so I understand is nearly everyone at some point in their lifetimes.
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I feel with you, being sick and unable to do what one wants is extremely straining and boring. I been drinking on penicillin one or three times and I have found that it usually works out fine.
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