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puppetmakerYesterday I took Caroline into the city to let her spend a couple of days with her sister. I woke up not feeling my best but I pulled it together and did what I needed to do to get the tasks done. While coming back on the train I became very congested so I put it down to allergies and the pain in the joints was a dull ache and nothing unusual for me.
As the afternoon/evening progressed I flipped between freezing and overheating. I took my temperature and found it at 101 F. ‘Oh great,’ I thought, ‘first time in over a year I have the house totally to myself and I get sick.’ So the evening consisted of aspirin, the rest of the matzo ball soup I made for Passover and electrolytes.
The aspirin did the trick and I got myself down to 99 before calling it a day and going to bed.
What a wacky night. I wish I had written down half the dreams I had because I could have sold it as a seriously weird fantasy horror series. Between that and waking up alternating between freezing and burning up, it was not my best night’s sleep.
Also it was a good thing Peter was in Utah. I was apparently flipping around a lot in my sleep last night. He would have looked like an abused husband.
However at 4:30 AM the fever broke. I feel like an over wrung dish rag but my temperature is normal for me and I don’t feel like my brain is going to leek out of my ears.
So I am going to spend the day recovering from whatever happened to my body yesterday rather than the half a dozen projects I thought I could do.
I am grateful that I am feeling better now.
As the afternoon/evening progressed I flipped between freezing and overheating. I took my temperature and found it at 101 F. ‘Oh great,’ I thought, ‘first time in over a year I have the house totally to myself and I get sick.’ So the evening consisted of aspirin, the rest of the matzo ball soup I made for Passover and electrolytes.
The aspirin did the trick and I got myself down to 99 before calling it a day and going to bed.
What a wacky night. I wish I had written down half the dreams I had because I could have sold it as a seriously weird fantasy horror series. Between that and waking up alternating between freezing and burning up, it was not my best night’s sleep.
Also it was a good thing Peter was in Utah. I was apparently flipping around a lot in my sleep last night. He would have looked like an abused husband.
However at 4:30 AM the fever broke. I feel like an over wrung dish rag but my temperature is normal for me and I don’t feel like my brain is going to leek out of my ears.
So I am going to spend the day recovering from whatever happened to my body yesterday rather than the half a dozen projects I thought I could do.
I am grateful that I am feeling better now.
