Recovery

OMG, I have never been so sick in my whole life. I went to bed Thursday night and I felt 100% fine. Tired, but fine. When I woke up at 6:30 the next morning I wanted to die. My fever was at 102° and rising, the body aches were horrible and I was swallowing fire. I basically passed back out and woke up again around 10:00 and now my fever was 104° and I was also vomiting. Great. Beautiful. There was no way I was going to be able to keep anything in my tummy to help bring the fever down and there was no one I could call. I just had to wait until Scott got home so that he could take me to the doctor. By 5:30 my fever was 104.6° and I was so dehydrated that I was beginning to hallucinate. The fever broke late that night but I spent the rest of the weekend in bed trying to recover.

As a result, I didn't see my family the whole weekend, so I don't really have much to say. I am still a little wobbly this morning, but I don't have to do a lot of moving around to do my job so here I am at work. The commute in was a little weird this morning with such a fuzzy head and all the snow, but I made it.