One not so lovely thing that type two inflammation can do is feed off of other problems happening in the body. Doctors may say otherwise; I’m just basing this off of my own personal experience. This time around it’s feeding off of whatever weird sinus disease it is that my children brought home. For them, the symptoms really weren’t that bad. (At least not compared to some of the other stuff that’s been going around the last half dozen years or so.) Even for me, the first day and a half was way better than I expected it to be. At one point, I even thought, ‘Huh, maybe I will manage to skate by without too much of issue this time around.’ I had drainage, but I could still breathe. A couple little sips of whisky kept the sore throat at bay. No major sinus headache. Slept pretty good those first two nights….. And then the inflammation became more than apparent.
Now I’ve been barely functional for two days. It kind of feels like I must have been just sitting around, sniffing pollen or something. Watery eyes, constantly draining nose, kind of feels just a little bit like I have hives up inside of my face, and the sneezing, oh, dear Lord, the sneezing. Not to mention the swollen sinus passages or the raw to the point of pain all throughout my sinuses, throat as well as everywhere touched by the mass quantities of tissues that I have gone through. And every time I manage to get it to calm down a little, I have to get up to do something and starts right back in again.
Through all of though, I barely feel like I am ‘sick’. Like contagious kind of sick. I have a little bit of that warm sinus pain that I would categorize as a contagious kind of sick. But most of it, the worst of it, really feels like an absolutely unbearable allergy attack. Only one that isn’t fixed by taking any type of antihistamines or cold medicine. The kind of attack that just won’t die. It feels like it just drains away my energy and steals away my will to live. It’s a battle for my peace. A battle for my hope. A battle that I have never been able to fight on my own. Times like this, when the type two inflammation flares up so bad and it feels like there is just no end in sight, reminds me of the One who has carried me through countless days, months and years of this struggle. The One who reminds me that when I have nothing left, He will carry me. Jesus is my strength when I have nothing left. My light went it feels like there is only darkness around me.
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