Huh. I thought one of the benefits from exercising and eating sensibly was a stronger immune system? Perhaps it was that hubris that caught me unaware Saturday night, the penultimate night of the SXSW music festival. It was warm during the day, so I decided to brave the night without a jacket. By the time I left my last show at 2 a.m., it was a windy 62 degrees and falling.
On Sunday, I had a nasty cough, which I attributed to smoking far more than I usually do over the four nights of the festival. When I failed to get any sleep that night, my achy joints hinted at something more serious. I finally busted out the thermometer and took a reading on Monday morning. 101.5.
Hello, flu!
I've pretty much missed this entire past week of work, and after I take some Tylenol, I have a few hours of a low-grade fever before I start to heat up again.
I haven't had a flu this bad since 2003. I've almost forgotten how to treat them. Heck, I had to throw out the NyQuil from that last flu because it expired. Oh, sweet NyQuil … the only bright spot in this whole ordeal.
Still, how did I get sick? I'm working to be the healthiest I've been, and then I get sidelined by the freakin' flu. Does not compute.