post of immense self-pity
yes, i pity myself tonight, even though i know that it doesn't help anyone or anything - least of all my self. for two fucking weeks i've been more or less under the weather. fever, sore throat, muscles pains, embarrassing stomach issues and on and on and on. i've been poked, prodded, had my blood taken and other stuff which i'd rather forget. still, it's one step forward, two steps back. like last night. i was in kind of a good mood. sure, i had a little fever and my throat was killing me, but it still felt like i'd hit a turning point. yeah, right, this morning i woke up with worse throat than ever, the muscle pains had returned and no word on any of the tests i took.
and in the middle of all this, elli's been an angel with her patience and i feel like my bad temper for being ill is spilling out over her. i don't want that. elli's my rock. so, anyone have any idea on how long you can have fever before it starts getting dangerous? i mean, it's not a high fever (then i wouldn't be healthy enough to complain) but it's still there. anyway, officially worst halloween ever.
and in the middle of all this, elli's been an angel with her patience and i feel like my bad temper for being ill is spilling out over her. i don't want that. elli's my rock. so, anyone have any idea on how long you can have fever before it starts getting dangerous? i mean, it's not a high fever (then i wouldn't be healthy enough to complain) but it's still there. anyway, officially worst halloween ever.