About a month ago, I wrote about the cold symptoms that turned out not to be a cold at all, but an overstimulation of my immune system and about how it's really important that I learn to actually feel the oncoming of a cold, so I can make adjustments to my meds to avoid the escalation I experienced a couple of months ago (http://flylittlewordsfly.blogspot.ca/2014/04/the-cold-thats-not-cold.html).
Today I'm writing because I am awfully proud of myself, and I want to share that. Last week, I felt it. Before the big symptoms hit. When it was just the teensiest shift in how I was feeling - a touch more congestion, and the vaguest sensation of a tickle in my throat. I asked for support in making the decision not to start up my immune meds again, cancelled my appointments, and settled in to wait and see.
Today, I feel like absolute crap. My sinuses are clogged, my throat is ugh, my ears are popping, I'm sneezing and coughing... you know... the classic cold. All of which as you know makes my regular symptoms that much stronger. And now I'm waiting and seeing again, hoping that by not starting up my immune meds again, I will not go into that cycle of overstimulation that ends with me on the couch for two months.
It's not pleasant in my body right now. It sucks to be feeling this way again. And yet I'm less frightened than last time. Because I know. Or rather, because I knew. I sensed something brewing and was prepared for this. I can also sense that it's not depleting my energy reserves - not yet, anyway, and I'm confident I'll be able to tell if that starts to happen.
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