1st occurrence 1/22 2nd occurrence 5/23 Hubby goes w/ me to ER. Still uncertain what is happening
Covid induced Respiratory/flu induced
Here’s the blog post from last year’s illness- Read here: https://storiesinstride.com/whats-with-this-sickness-🥺/
The chill of February had settled in, casting a familiar shadow over my days. It was a time of year that, for the past two years, had brought with it more than just the cold winds of winter. As the days grew shorter and the nights longer, I found myself once again grappling with illness, a pattern that seemed to have woven itself into the fabric of this particular season.
Some would chalk it up to the flu season, dismissing it as a common occurrence during these months. But for me, there was an undeniable pattern emerging, one that transcended mere coincidence. It was a pattern that led me down a path lined with hospital corridors and sterile waiting rooms, a path that I had become all too familiar with.
The first year it happened was in 2022, a year that held so much promise and anticipation. I was on the brink of opening my new business, a venture that I had poured my heart and soul into. Despite the excitement, I didn’t feel particularly stressed. After all, I was accustomed to juggling multiple responsibilities – managing my household, running my interpreting business, and nurturing my fledgling compression socks company, Be Light Compression.
But perhaps it was precisely this frenetic pace, this constant state of motion that left me vulnerable. I remember it vividly, a seemingly ordinary day at my interpreting job, when suddenly, without warning, I felt it – the first inklings of illness creeping in. At first, it was nothing more than a slight discomfort, easily dismissed amidst the hustle and bustle of my day. But as the hours passed, the symptoms grew more pronounced, more insistent, until they could no longer be ignored.
And so began the all-too-familiar descent into illness, a journey marked by a series of increasingly alarming symptoms. I found myself in the ER, my body wracked with fever and chills, my mind consumed with worry and uncertainty. It was a terrifying experience, one that left me feeling vulnerable and helpless, stripped of my usual vitality and strength.
As I lay there, surrounded by the sterile white walls of the hospital room, I couldn’t help but wonder – why now? Why during this particular time of year, when everything else seemed to be on the verge of blossoming anew? It was a question that echoed in the depths of my soul, demanding an answer that remained frustratingly elusive.
In the days and weeks that followed, as I slowly regained my strength and vitality, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more at play here, something beyond the mere coincidence of flu season. It was a nagging suspicion that lingered at the edges of my consciousness, refusing to be silenced.
And so, as February once again gave way to March, I found myself bracing for the inevitable, steeling myself against the onslaught of illness that seemed destined to repeat itself. But amidst the uncertainty and the fear, there was also a glimmer of hope, a belief that perhaps, with time and perseverance, I could uncover the truth behind this mysterious pattern, and emerge stronger on the other side.
I refuse to allow anxiety to rule my life.
The Cr8zy Sock Lady
