I was kind of messed up in the head a few days ago (read my recent blog posts if you don’t believe me), and then yesterday I felt ill. It freaked me out. (And as I was telling a friend recently, when I get physically ill, my mind is the first thing to go.)
I feared I’d come down with a bad case of coronavirus. And maybe I have, but as of now, all signs point away from it. I think.
- Dry cough
- Shortness of breath
My symtoms (including none of the above):
- Tension/tight muscles in my shoulders and neck
- Sore throat
- General achiness
I felt pretty sick yesterday, so in the early afternoon, I took 800 mg of Ibuprofen. (That’s right–I took four pills.) Well, wow! That stuff fixed it, and I was dopey to boot. There’s nothing better for muscle tension than Ibuprofen. Don’t quote me on this, but I think it’s a muscle relaxant. For that reason, it’s my go-to choice for menstrual cramps.
I felt so much improved that I wound up thinking I’d imagined the physical symptoms. And then something scary happened. At around 10:00 PM last night, the Ibuprofen wore off, and the symptoms came back. I was freaked.
Instead of taking more Ibuprofen, I took some extra Seroquel (it’s allowed) for a good night’s sleep. But before the stuff could knock me out, I had an attack of restless leg syndrome. Oh my gosh. I was kicking and kicking like a crazed woman. I don’t know much about restless leg syndrome, such as what causes it; but I can tell you that it’s violent, and you should keep a safe distance! Geez Louise. Like, I was trying to watch TV downstairs in my dad’s recliner. (He’d gone to bed.) And I could tell I was breaking the recliner, so I moved off of it.
Ahah! I looked up RLS, and it’s suspected to be tied to dopamine, which is a neurotransmitter that Seroquel affects. I sensed a connection between the restless leg issue and my Seroquel usage last night, but I wasn’t sure. There you go.
When I awoke at 10:30 this morning, I was afraid to get out of bed. I felt fine, but I feared that as soon as I’d sit up or get up or walk, etc., that I’d be hit with a hard wall of illness symptoms. Big Woof to the rescue! She came and snuggled with me until I was brave enough to get up.
And since then, all day, I’ve felt 98% fine. So… I guess I’m okay? But I’ve read online that symptoms can come and go. What if I start feeling bad again, or even worse? It’s freaky. It’s really, really freaky.
And it’s hard to listen to my dad’s radio program (Rush Limbaugh) and hear about how damaged our economy has been. We can just hope for the best.
I was scraping algae off the inside walls of my fish tank yesterday when one of my fishies had an honest-to-God anxiety attack. So I quit scraping, sat near him, and smiled and touched the tank with my finger. It seemed to help.
Life is weird.