Good morning, world. It’s a gray, wet day out there this morning. I woke up off and on, starting around 2am, usually because I was overheating. I’d rearrange myself, hoist my body back to the top of the pillow pile, and go back to sleep.
Yesterday, I had the plague. I woke up in the middle of the night with my head full of snot. By morning, it was obvious I had a fever. When I finally emerged from bed, I texted Shawshank at work and let him know I was actively dying. I put on a PBS show about vampires, and slept on the couch for a little while. When I woke up, I took a shower in an effort to force my body to choose one temperature for the whole body (one that was warm, but not too warm, and definitely not too cold). I moved into the bedroom, assumed my “recovery” position, and crashed for a little while.
I took one more shower before Shawshank came home from work, then crashed hard and wished it was over. He came home and found me in the bedroom, sweating and shivering under my moist hoody. Since I wasn’t blessed with the sweet release of death while I napped, I asked for Advil and water instead. He obliged, and helped arrange a new blanket on me. I dozed for a little while, then came out and asked for a third shower. Shawshank gave me his fluffy robe, and I rested on the couch for the rest of the day.
Things are a bit better this morning. I’m still dealing with the occasional chills, but nothing like yesterday. My head is still stuffy, unfortunately, which brings about a cough as well. I’m a little wheezy, and I’m barking like a seal.
