"Veterans" also take "falls", or the plodding two steps ahead and one back , sometimes a big one. Last weekend both Richard and I got whatever was sweeping through the populace. He, being a pediatrician, has been exposed to virtually everything and consequently gets almost nothing. So, when something gets through his defences, it is a good one, and he had already shared it this time. We both spent two days and more flat. He is now up and running while I am kind of shuffling along behind. I debated putting this "on paper" but felt it should be noted: in a matter of hours - about one month per hour - I regressed in my abilities, walking, energy, thinking. It was as though my body had too many battles going on simultaneously and couldn't cope. So we coddled ourselves, eating exceptionally well, sleeping lots (fortunately Dr. R. was not on call that weekend) and got better, which probably would have happened in any case. BUT - my walking came back as fast as it left, reaching the point by Tuesday night that we could begin flagyl
i (just can't get enough torment). I still have a really bad cough but this has not descended into my chest, which has always happened since I was a kid, certainly with a cold comparable to this. However, right on schedule, a day or so after the first flagyl, my right hip and knee began a giant ache. This has been the main focus for the last three pulses, having pretty well cleaned up my neck, right shoulder (not QUITE finished there), my lower back and other various lesser targets. Amazing, all this.
