Three weeks ago tomorrow I started to become extremely low energy and that rapidly progressed to having extremely unpleasant muscle aches in my back. Fortunately, heavy use of ibuprofen allowed me to sleep but I also lost all appetite and dropped nine pounds just from not wanting to eat. Coffee, normally a mainstay of my routine at all hours tasted like something out of a mud puddle after a rain.
I started to feel out of the woods by last Saturday and have had only mild lethargy at times since and a much better appetite to boot.
No vaccine for the Colonel but I’m glad for that. All told it amounted to a bad case of something flu-like but not much in the way of nasal or lung congestion. I do think I had some mild bronchitis but that’s clearing up nicely.