Wednesday, February 16, 2011
I woke yesterday morning to a sudden urge to vomit. And then I did that for several hours. Then the fever came upon me. For someone whose normal temperature doesn't even get to 98º, a temperature of 101º is high and very unpleasant. Then the racking pains. I could barely turn over in my bed. Which I left for only a few hours yesterday and only then to go to the sofa and wait for a friend to bring me Gatorade.
I am now actually upright. I still didn't go to work today. I still haven't eaten. I feel like I am 100 years old. And I don't much like it.
In another hour my friend is coming over to put in a new toilet for me. She has timed this to coincide with the delivery of my new refrigerator. So she can make sure they do everything right. Oh, I am so grateful for her friendship and her home repair talents! Yesterday she walked into my house and said "Oh, your house is so pretty!" And I thanked her. Not so much for the compliment, but for her role in making my house so pretty. She put the bamboo floors in a few years ago. She painted the living room. She found me a new dishwasher and stove last year at bargain basement rates, and now a fridge for about half price (still pretty pricey though!) which will be installed today.
I hope I can remain upright for all of this activity, but I may very well have to go back to bed.
I am so grateful for the blessing of my normally good health. Also grateful that I am motivated to do a lot towards keeping it that way. This little illness has hit me like a ton of bricks. Very scary.