I’ve been feeling cruddy for months. I’m exhausted.
Garry suggested that the cause of whatever this is might be the birds. There are a lot of diseases you can get by inhaling the dried feces of some wild birds, though poultry and other farmed birds are more typically the vectors.
Whatever this is, I am running a fever — today pretty high at 101. Antibiotics knock it down, but not out. I get one good week and a few days and then, it’s back. NO ONE else in the family is sick. Considering I’ve been doing most of the cooking — and Garry and I are notorious for passing things back and forth, he’s not sick either.
So whatever I’ve got, it doesn’t appear to be contagious. This eliminates a lot of otherwise potential illnesses. It’s not COVID. Not a cold. Not the flu. But something is going on and I’m tired of feeling like this. So Monday, I’ll call the doctor and we’ll talk about it. Maybe it’s time for a longer run of antibiotics. Or a trip to the infectious disease department.
I just want to feel better.