I woke up yesterday secure in the knowledge that, sooner or later, I was going to have to throw up. I was not wrong.
I actually managed to interview someone over the phone and then take notes through another hour of phone meetings later, but by the time all that was over, my fever had kicked into high gear and I ached from head to toe. My skin hurt, my muscles hurt and my stomach was too touchy for even the mildest food.
After a shower, I retreated to bed at noon and stayed plastered there like roadkill until it was almost dark outside. I'd feel hot but with cold hands and feet, then cold all over, then hot all over. One cat kept trying to lie on me, and I had to push him away repeatedly until he decided he could soak in enough heat if he just lay next to me.
I turned on the television once, but I couldn't concentrate so I turned it back off. Sometimes I dozed, but much of the time I just lay there in misery.
My husband offered to get me something to eat and I requested cherry Jell-o. I wish I hadn't been so specific about the flavor because he returned with the only brand the store had in cherry: Jolly Rancher gelatin snacks. If you're an adult and you've never had this product, let me just say that it's not for you. It's rubbery, gaggingly sweet and it assaults you with flavor. It was nothing like the cool, refreshing snack I'd been craving, but I ate one anyway because my blood sugar was scraping bottom.
I finally gathered the energy to get up and take a couple of Tylenols. They eventually knocked back the pain and fever so I could take a long nap...just in time to wake up for a couple of hours and then turn in for the night.
Today I'm feeling somewhat better but I'm still a trifle warm. I think a trip to the doctor is in order - I'm going to try to get an appointment later today. In the meantime, my workload hasn't gotten any smaller so I'm going to head to the office and see what I can accomplish. Wish me luck.