The story of a fever...

I think I'm on the mend.

I've had a fairly miserable week, but it's definitely passing.

It all began on Wednesday, when I started feeling really quite lousy. I wound up not driving pierot to see a physiotherapist because I was feeling icky and didn't want to drive. I then went to bed while he was out, which was a definite sign that I was ill, as I'm really not a regular nap-taker. I got up for Jeremiah's birthday outing in the evening, couldn't eat, and was swaying on my chair by the evening.

Thursday was quite similar if a little worse. I was aching all over, shivering, feverish and had a sore head and throat. Jeremiah and Virginia vanished off to Hatfield in the evening. I slept on the sofa.

Friday was hell. I could barely walk from my bed to the sofa, because the floor was lurching around beneath me. My skin was so hot you could fry eggs on it, I was soaking the bedclothes in sweat, while shivering, and all I wanted to do was doze. MattMatt and Andy came over in the evening. I was too ill for dinner, and couldn't face the idea of the cinema. I just wanted to doze, and every time I closed my eyes I faded into this weird hallucinogenic world.

Thankfully at about 2 am on Saturday, the fever broke. I woke up at about 3 am and thought "I'm better!".

Sadly, I woke up at 9 am and realised I still felt crappy, but the fever had gone down dramatically, I felt mostly awake (if very very tired) and was no longer feeling the need to write my will. I even made it out of the house in the evening (to the Old Nick) and saw folk for a bit, even if I was flaking very badly by 10 pm.

Today I'm mostly OK. I'm snuffly, tired and feeling pretty crappy, but it's shifting into heavy cold territory, and I'll be in work tomorrow.

This is nice.

( Random ramble )

The story of a fever...

I think I'm on the mend.

I've had a fairly miserable week, but it's definitely passing.

It all began on Wednesday, when I started feeling really quite lousy. I wound up not driving pierot to see a physiotherapist because I was feeling icky and didn't want to drive. I then went to bed while he was out, which was a definite sign that I was ill, as I'm really not a regular nap-taker. I got up for Jeremiah's birthday outing in the evening, couldn't eat, and was swaying on my chair by the evening.

Thursday was quite similar if a little worse. I was aching all over, shivering, feverish and had a sore head and throat. Jeremiah and Virginia vanished off to Hatfield in the evening. I slept on the sofa.

Friday was hell. I could barely walk from my bed to the sofa, because the floor was lurching around beneath me. My skin was so hot you could fry eggs on it, I was soaking the bedclothes in sweat, while shivering, and all I wanted to do was doze. MattMatt and Andy came over in the evening. I was too ill for dinner, and couldn't face the idea of the cinema. I just wanted to doze, and every time I closed my eyes I faded into this weird hallucinogenic world.

Thankfully at about 2 am on Saturday, the fever broke. I woke up at about 3 am and thought "I'm better!".

Sadly, I woke up at 9 am and realised I still felt crappy, but the fever had gone down dramatically, I felt mostly awake (if very very tired) and was no longer feeling the need to write my will. I even made it out of the house in the evening (to the Old Nick) and saw folk for a bit, even if I was flaking very badly by 10 pm.

Today I'm mostly OK. I'm snuffly, tired and feeling pretty crappy, but it's shifting into heavy cold territory, and I'll be in work tomorrow.

This is nice.

( Random ramble )