Ross you are an arsehole part 3

I thought the easiest way to keep people who are asking was to write a post about the man in my life who seems to love me so much he never wants to leave. Good old Ross River.

So as I write this I am currently in bed, where I have been pretty much for nearly every waking hour for nearly 3 weeks. Apart from my little daily excursions when I leave house. My blood tests came back last week and for the third time since October 2017 I tested positive to good old Ross. 

It's hard to know if I truly contracted it twice (which is what the doctor thought in November 2018) or if it is the same initial virus that has never gone away.

Either way - it is fucked. It looks something like this-

• I am constantly exhausted. I sleep up to about 20 hours a day and look and feel permanently hungover.
• My body plays aching bingo. You never quite now which joints are going to be the lucky winner of the day- but it seems to like my ankles, back, neck and wrists the best.
• My body tingles constantly. Sort of like ants running inside my body.
• The soles of my feet and my palms are itchy. All the fucking time.
• I have no attention span- which considering I normally have a short attention span this is a bit of a worry.

So on the positives

• Alcohol still works a treat. The only thing that dulls the pain.
• I have caught up with every show on Netflix, Stan, iview and I am now turning to Foxtel (desperate times call for desperate measures)
• I do go out for a few hours at time ( on Doctors order), the only down side is that when I am out for too long I am totally wiped out for the next couple of days.
• I am on 2 weeks holidays which means I haven't had to take more time of work.
• I am surrounded by an amazing family and friends who have been nothing short of awesome and supportive and patient with me, when I have constantly whinged about how tired, sore and frustrated I am with this horrible fucked virus.
• Work have also been amazing and understanding.

So where to from here...

To be honest the most depressing thing is no one is sure how long this relapse is going to last for especially as this time it is as bad as it was the first time, the only thing I can do is rest it out. I am off to a rheumatologist this week to check that Ross has not triggered  the onset of rheumatoid arthritis (which really will be a fucker).

The moral of the story...... always , always , always make sure you are covered in mosquito repellent.