Here I am AGAIN!!!! Grrrr......
Tuesday evening, I had a meeting at a local Bertucci's with the Festival stage management team. I felt fine. I had a beer...alright...two. I ate my favorite bread on the planet. I shared a fabulous dessert with Bruce. We put together all the technical information for the participating theater companies and enjoyed good food and each other's company. I got home about 9:30....and then began my demise. My whole body began to ache. And then came the chills. It all started literally in a matter of minutes. And I looked at my darling husband and said, "Oh no! I am getting sick!" He said, "No....?" And I said yes. And I was right.
I took some advil and went to bed. And awoke with TERRIBLE pains in my legs and hips in the middle of the night. Not just the usual aches, no. They brought along their friends, shooting pains and restless legs. More advil and not a whole hell of a lot of sleep later, morning came. I don't work on Wednesdays so I was free to spend the day moaning and freezing on the couch My sweet Princess was scared to come within three feet of me for fear that she would get sick. She felt terribly for feeling that way. It was a sad mommy moment, but I did my best to comfort her (from afar) and affirm her decision to give me a wide berth.
Wednesday night was even worse than the previous. I threw myself into steaming tub at half past midnight. At 1:00, I popped a muscle relaxant left over from past escapades with my back and FINALLY managed more than 2 hours of sleep.
I awoke early Thursday morning certain that my throat was coated in broken glass. Alas, my exploration discovered only the dreaded white spots. I called in sick, called the doctor and resumed my new ritual freezing and moaning on the couch (with a few good sweats thrown in for good measure, of course). I visited my doctor's office mid-afternoon, where, after a brief examination, my nurse practitioner declared my presentation of fever, hugely swollen tonsils and glands, (and the lovely speckling) a "classic presentation of strep". So classic, in fact, that I didn't even need a culture. She faxed off my script and sent me on my miserable way. I picked up a slurpee at 7-11 on my way to the pharmacy. After waiting for what felt like half of forever, but in reality was probably only 10 minutes, I got my blessed meds. I stopped at another 7-11 for 2 more slurpees (one for my princess) and headed home....where I and the pro-offered slurpee were very well received.
Last night was better. I actually slept through the night. I took the day off again, not wishing to share the plague. I thought I was fever free today, but I was wrong. When I visited my chiropractor, he declared I had temp of "around 100" and then insisted on taking my temperature because "we bought this thing and never get to use it". 99.5. Since my normal is about a degree lower than everyone else's, that's almost a real fever for me.
Today and tonight have been better, but for my throat. It still hurts like hell. I even broke down today and bought some of that disgusting numbing spray. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
Hopefully, Thea won't get it.
