The Pony Is Back on His Hooves

The Pony got sick the day after Christmas, same as I did. Actually, about five hours before me. His illness was not at all like mine. It was worse! You may recall that poor Pony started feeling unwell about halfway to the casino, and once we were inside.

The Pony attributed his aching legs and arms to his heavy workload just before Christmas. The 12-hour days, delivering packages, skipping his days off to pull some overtime. Then he started to feel dizzy. His arms had the shakes. So we left a little earlier than planned. On the ride home, The Pony's forehead was feverish, according to the thermometer of Val's hand. At least the next day, Wednesday, was The Pony's regular day off.

Poor Pony! He was miserable. While I had merely a head cold that later spiked a fever off and on in the mid-101s, The Pony's temp stayed around 102 for three days. He knows this, because he ordered a thermometer when he had Nyquil and Dayquil delivered. The Pony had a cough so severe and prolonged that it gave him a headache to accompany his body aches. Even bathing in the steaming jetted bathtub did not relieve his aches. Nor make him feel warm. 

At least The Pony's appetite was not affected. He had food delivered. Basically lolled about the house, trying not to hurt, all hopped-up on Nyquil and Dayquil, popping pain-relievers. He called out sick on Thursday and Friday, due to the fever. Contemplated Saturday, but didn't feel up to working, so called in again. Besides, there was the little matter of THAT positive test result on Thursday. Sunday was a regular day off again. Monday was a holiday. 

The Pony had been without fever for three days, and decided to try working on Tuesday. The day was not off to a good start when he vomited in the shower. Just clear snot, but a bit discouraging. The Pony walked to work, not just due to dizziness, but to see if he would feel like walking his route. He asked for a route closer to the office, which was still walking loops, but had sections where he could take a bit of a rest. Nope. He was needed on his regular route over in Backroads.

Poor Pony. He sent me a picture of himself looking absolutely miserable. At first I thought he had a black eye, but it was just the lighting and his lack of good sleep. The Pony soldiered through. He sent a picture mid-afternoon of another stumbling block. A block where he might actually have stumbled!

There's some road construction in part of "downtown" where The Pony delivers. This is one occasion where I told him a mask outside might actually be of benefit! 

Poor Pony. He had been told that relief would be sent to him at 4:00, so he could start back toward the office. Yet at 4:17 the help had not arrived. 

Still managing to clock out around 5:00 as usual, The Pony said he did not feel well at all. That his cough was bothering him. I figured he had not eaten all day, nor had enough to drink, and told him to make sure to have a good supper. The Pony said he was drinking water at the moment, but that the thought of food made him nauseous. 

At least the next day was Wednesday, his day off! Hick went by to pick up The Pony's house payment, and give him the new car insurance cards. He had instructions to pick up anything The Pony might need, whether it be groceries, or a fast food lunch. The Pony said he didn't need anything. He ordered himself some pizza and breadsticks. Hick said The Pony came outside, and they walked around looking for where A SQUIRREL might be getting into his attic again. Said The Pony looked like he was getting better.

On Thursday, The Pony said he was feeling pretty good, back at work, though he got breathless if he tried to walk too fast. I think he's gonna make it!