I got sick about 6 weeks ago. Just a really minor cold. Prolly not the porcine pox as I had a doctor's appt. anyways scheduled from weeks earlier, to see me about how an anti-acid production prescription was doin' me fer. (In my old age my stomach had started producing more acid than it needed, and OTC remedies like Ranitadine or whatever stopped doing the job for me after about 2-3 years. But that's another story.) He checked me out and my symptoms and declared it just a cold. Whenever I get sick it always starts the same way (whether a flu or "just a cold") -- a warm scratchy feeling in my throat, and then half a day later the traditional symptoms. But this time it was very mild, barely perceptible body aching and only light headaches, and a few sneezes here and there. Maybe too mild.
These bugs can get tricky. I had heard about the Spanish flu and how typically only the strongest and healthiest keeled over due to it, because it basically tricked the body into over-reacting in fighting it, and so whichever bodies could mount the strongest sudden defense, were the ones that killed themselves. So how about a bug that is similar in some sense, but the opposite?
So after about a week I was feeling better, and thought I had gotten off easy this time. I was feeling great, actually, and was all ready to start exercising again, except I had some kind of reoccurence. Just as mild in symptoms as before, but this lasted I guess a little less than a week. Then the beginning of the next week I got in a car wreck, and was stressed from that (like what the heck I was going to do, and in dealing with professional screwers-over at the Auto Club's insurance dept.), so overall felt headachy and lousy. And then the week began with my picking up my folks at the airport, and they must've caught something on the plane because a couple days later they had (minor) colds and I was back with relapse #2. So the auto accident settlement is almost completely resolved (unsatisfactorily, but hey, life sucks), so my agitation and stress levels are back down, but once in a while I'm still having a day where I wake up and have that feeling in my throat and feel mildly achy and headachy that day, as if the bug that hit me weeks ago has managed to stay under the radar and remained with me.
From family friends I've heard reports of other people experiencing this, an unusually mild bug, that seems to come back at times, shortly after you think you're over it.
Oh well, at least it cured my persistent cough. I got sick for Christmas a couple weeks after starting a new job in Dec. of 07. Normally if I have a full-blown cold, it starts of course with the throat feeling (altho I never get a "sore throat" -- haven't had one of those since childhood), and almost always ends with lung congestion, that I'm coughing up for a while afterwards. I figure that's about how I will die, when I go*. So I'm at work and get the frequent tickle in the throat you can't ignore, and go outside and cough my head off. Then they moved us into our new building, which was some converted warehouse that was dusty as heck, and maybe they didn't bother with filters for the ventilation system as it spewed all kinds of dust and particles of who-knows-what at us. One of our doc ladies was grossed out because her cube was right under one of the vents and a lot of mornings she'd come in and in addition to all the unrecognizable particles there'd also be little dead gnats and other bugs on her desk. I got some of them too, that blew my way. So I basically coughed my head off that whole year, and only started graduating towards an occasional cough this year. They must've thought I had TB or something. Really embarassing in weekly dev mtgs and that unsupressable tickle comes. That takes several minutes of hacking to get to finally subside. So at least I'm pretty much over that.
*I figure the way I'll be meeting my maker is basically from drowning in my own lung gunk. Several years ago I was sick and woke up in the middle of the night one night not really being able to breathe, as I had about an entire mouthful of gunk in my lungs that I got up and horked up while running to the sink and spit out. It alarmed me of course, but I was still kinda half asleep, and thought it was so surreal that maybe it was a dream, and I was tired and in my irrational half-awake stupor I laid down and went back to sleep. But in about another couple of hours I was awakened again with the same thing and this time I stayed up(-right!) the rest of the night, freaked out, and saw any doctor I could the next day. It didn't happen the next night, but I'm very susceptible to building up lots of fun stuff in my lungs, and I think I can feel my capillaries or little sponge pores or whatever all closing tight when in the summer time with windows open even a wisk of cigarette smoke from the neighbor's yard enters my home, so I think my lungs are my strategic weak flank. Don't tell the bugs.