Day two and three were not that much better. Day three brought a tiny bit of relief in the morning hours. Enough relief in fact, to run around like a nut without tiring out, including a reprieve from sore muscles. For that matter, no sore foot. That would be the first day the foot was not complaining in about 6 months.
But by afternoon the fake flu was raging. I think it had a bit of migraine tossed in with a smidgen of new diet confounding the brain.
The third night was as bad as the last time I had the flu, years back. Chills, fake fever (or maybe not), muscles hurting without moving them, and the fog that makes you whimper. I thought sleep would make it better, but I vacillated between freezing and sweating with nightmares to match each temperature shift.
By morning I was exhausted and not amused. I usually feel much better in the morning, but this time I was weak, tired, and still hurting.
The good news is that it went away by noon. Just vanished. No flu vanishes like that. Almost like while I wasn't looking, it packed a suitcase and fled the premises. All I can say is don't let the door hit your ass on the way out! Adios.
It is past the witching hour of 5PM and I am still whole. Let us hope it is a good sign, that the tipping point has arrived. Perhaps my body realizes I am not killing it, but trying to heal.
I could do without the bad hair day, but I'll take that over the fake flu any day!
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