I Don't Know What It Was, but It Kicked My Butt

I know it was a virus. What kind? Maybe a flu variant, or some other virus, but whatever it was, it made me sicker than I've been in decades. My fever lasted for a few days, and it finally broke with a torrent of sweat, which was an uncomfortable way to wake. Maybe it's my age, or maybe in the past I just soldiered on because work demanded, but this one is requiring doing nothing, resting when not resting, and letting my body heal. My stomach feels as though I tried to do 200 push-ups, which is the result of trying to cough up a lung. The cough is now productive, and the spells are few and far between. 

No, I didn't go to the doctor. I was one more night of unbroken fever from doing so, but saved from dealing with urgent care doctors, or nurse practitioners. They must have a playbook they follow that demands they keep Pfizer, and the other big boys in the money, regardless of how many people they kill. I'm getting to the point even talking to them is a nerve grating experience, and think they probably feel the same after dealing with me. 

So recovery is underway, I plan on doing nothing during the rest of the holidays, will probably sip some bourbon later during the recovery, and avoid any person that had contact with children, adults with children, or has seen them while driving past a school. They carry germs, and have no problem with sharing.