For the first time in many years I’ve
succumbed to a full blown cold, hardly surprising, one might say, as my elder
step-daughter Beth who stayed with us at Christmas, and my younger
step-daughter who had her Christmas dinner with us at the end of December, were
both ‘full of cold’. This time the whole caboodle, complete with headache,
neuralgia, sinusitis, sore throat, coughing and sneezing, has taken possession
of me. Quite strangely, since succumbing to M(yalgic) E(ncephalomyelitis),
a full blown common, or even uncommon, cold has scarcely hit my radar; it’s
almost as if the bodies dysfunctional immune system mysteriously managed to
ward off these additional ailments.
Those
many cold-free years seem even stranger as, in the run-up to my major ME
collapse, flu-like symptoms seemed to be permanent squatters chez moi (see item
STUMBLING THROUGH in ‘Mal’s ME Jottings’ PDF - https://www.scribd.com/document/193365025/Mals-ME-Jottings-Extended-Edition
Last
night, although I felt desperately tired, and in need of recuperative sleep, that
was not to be; additional forces militated against this necessity. Having dosed
on sundry analgesics, at intervals throughout the day, I later took my regular
amitriptyline prior to anticipated sleep-time alongside a small dose of
tramadol; it was an irksomely familiar ailment that served to prevent any
efficacious slumber time. A sustained bout of ultra-sensitivity, a sensation of
tingling, throbbing’ burning toes, at
whose base there seemed to be an invisible ridge which couldn’t tolerate the
touch of bed linen, and even the weight of the air at the duvets edge became unbearable
at times. This found me struggling to mute my anguished cries and cusses of
discomfort, and even an additional dose of tramadol failed to alleviate the
pain.
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