I have been sick since late January.
I am not the kind of sick where I take some vitamin C, get some extra sleep and push through my normal schedule. I have been the type of sick in Little Women when you start to worry about Beth and put the book down to cope emotionally. To be fair I don’t have Scarlet Fever but I was diagnosed this week with mono. Not just normal mono but something my irritating ENT Doctor calls “aggressive mono”; or what my much funnier friend John is calling “Super Mono!” (the exclamation point and title caps are necessary). This is coming on the heels of pneumonia last month and the death of my grandmother. Turns out I caught the mono sitting at her bedside in the hospital. Nifty.
So I’ve been trapped in my apartment, and most days even restricted to my bed with only the pathetic stumble to the bathroom while I grumble at my cats. Having a lot of time to think after a recent loss is no good. My life has come to a screeching halt.
To combat the feelings this uniquely cruddy situation is brewing, I recently started thinking up daily goals in order to feel like I was still a person:
Friday: Do the dishes- FAILED.
What is amazing though is how many times you can reuse bowls when you are eating the same chicken soup, mac and cheese and ramen noodles for days. (Disclaimer: If one uses the same pot over and over it makes the chicken soup and ramen a little bit cheesy and the mac and cheese a little bit “oriental” –I’m not racist, they named the flavor that and nobody knows what it officially is.)
Saturday: Shower- FAILED.
When your major activity is sliding your foot back and forth under the covers to mess with the cat, not much body odor is accumulated. I was told by trusted loved ones that I didn’t smell. (Disclaimer: I haven’t really had a sense of smell for over a month, so to me I smell totally acceptable)
Sunday: Trick pink eye away- FAILED.
Alright, so this was my goal because when I woke up unable to open my right eye and it was the color of a pink peep marshmallow I suspected I might have pink eye. I decided that if I meditated hard enough on not having pink eye then I wouldn’t. Turns out WebMD does not recognize this as one of the treatments. (Disclaimer: Thanks to my eye, I now understand the inspiration behind the second Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles film, if this cultural reference is going over anyones head, click here)
Monday: DON’T GET PINK EYE IN LEFT EYE!- FAILED.
Yeah, no. I’m officially a monster and must remain quarantined. (Disclaimer: I have never been so gross.)
Tuesday: Count to three- ACHIEVED.
Through conditioning I learned to set my goals lower. I felt good about a win, I really needed one, what with both my eyes rebelling and waging war on my face. (Disclaimer: Pink eye in both eyes is kind of metal; I’ve never looked more hardcore.)
Wednesday: Don’t speak- FAILED.
Tuesday was the day the Doctor called me with the blood test results about mono, so I had called concerned parties to update them. The lesson from that day is that the sore throat gets vengeful when I speak. It’s my new cruel master who keeps me living as close to a monk as I will ever get. This one was failed because with a separate family crisis in full swing I have to answer when they call. I also may still be occasionally singing to my cats, but I worry what they would do if I deprived them of customized theme songs. (Disclaimer: If my throat asks, I was not speaking ill of it, or speaking at all. Let’s just keep it happy because I’ve seen the power it wields and there is some rage behind that tonsil. I now fear swallowing even my own saliva, but I’ve learned innovative ways around it.)
Thursday: Dishes? Shower? Dealers choice?- FAILED
Fuck it. I feel like garbage and I’m not seeing people. If the pets complain I’m open to suggestions but they seem super happy that my electric blanket is on all day every day. Mostly I think this is the best thing that has ever happened in their world. (Disclaimer: I used to think pets could sense distress and I’m now questioning that because mostly I think the cats are plotting ways to keep me trapped inside with them forever. When I asked Ninja Squee if she could help me she rolled on her back and demanded belly rubs. I caved.)
Friday: Do anything- ACHIEVED
This is vague I know, but I’ll relish the small achievements. I put on bottoms today. I feel so accomplished I could cry. (Disclaimer: I was forced into human contact because the movers from my grandmothers apartment were bringing some of her stuff. To those super nice gentlemen carrying bookcases into my apartment– if you experience a sore throat or itchy red eyes in the upcoming days I’M SO SORRY!)
Tomorrow- Be less gross- ???
I make no promises.
4 thoughts on “Super Mono & Small Goals”
I for one welcome this newer, grosser Samantha. But I have toddlers so….
Reblogged this on Big Red Carpet Nursing and commented:
I caught mono as a Sophmore in college. Had a party in our apartment,
learned grandma had died & flew out on no sleep for the funeral then… mono. Knocked me down all semester, I cut back to 12 credits from 18, thought a lot. Ended up deciding to quit engineering (w perhaps the best grades ever of someone to do so) and go pre med & philosophy instead.
Fair to say , mono changed my life!
Sounds awful! Mono is horrible.
I had it freshman year, and the doctor at the student health care misdiagnosed it. (How hard is it for a doctor to diagnose mono to a freshman at a huge college?!). Anyways, she prescribed antibiotics, which, PSA, can cause an allergic reaction if taken while one has mono. (This is how I found out). I had a red, swollen, itchy rash from head-to-toe all Thanksgiving week. This was also just a month after I started dating a new boyfriend, and since it was long distance, it was our first week together as a couple. So I had mono, a gross rash, and a realization that I was dating a really good and patient guy.
It sounds like you have it even worse! Hope you feel much better very soon. Although your cat may disagree…
Sorry for your loss. I sent you an email as well. Joe