I traveled to Pennsylvania from Florida, for Thanksgiving and deer season. That Sunday, started feeling like I was trying to catch a cold. Got up, Monday morning and headed to my deer hunting location. Lasted there for about an hour. Went and head breakfast and headed to another Amish farm. Well, about 12:30, all hell broke loose. I got the chills, body started aching, hip joints were on fire. I decided to call it quits. It’ a 3 mile hike to my truck. I didn’t think was going to able to make it. I did have a cell signal and was going to call “911”. I have never felt so bad. I made it to my truck, didn’t have enough strength to remove my hunting clothes. It took me a month to get over the mess. I guess this is part of getting old, nearing 73. I now have the utmost respect for the flu.
Sounds like you had the real thing. People label too many illnesses as the flu. I had the real thing when I was 19 and it came on suddenly like you described. Two weeks of acute, bedridden illness followed by two more weeks of cough and recovery. I think the real thing typically takes about a month to recover from.
I had the flu once in my 40s. While it didn't take a month to get over, it knocked me off my feet! I was in absolute misery, so it's not just your age.
wow you had a guardian angel with you. That
was frightening just reading it.
I am 76 and hubby is 79. We aren’t doing well
with just the cough and cold. Hope we don’t
get what you had!