Sick, sick.
I hate this computer. I just posted a huge update, and then lost it all, even WITH 'copy'-ing it first, just in case.
Grr.
I'm posting this around 1:30-ish EST time, by the way - not whatever time might be showing. The same was true for my phone post last night - I made it at 11:21pm, but for some bizarre reason, it showed up at 4-something this morning. Double grr. Thank you, lotsofjoy, for transcribing that post for me, as I knew that Randy needed to get that message!
I am so sick. I've got a raging fever that sends me spiraling between bouts of cold so severe that I shake until my teeth chatter and my stomach clenches, and then bursts of hot where I drench my clothes. Every hour, I alternate back and forth. The glands in my neck are swollen something awful, and because of that, the doctor ordered a CBC yesterday. It came back with my white counts "pretty elevated" (evidence of a bacterial infection) so he prescribed me an antibiotic and told me to continue taking Ibuprofen for the fever and swelling. The inside of my throat is also really red and angry-looking. It hurts.
(It is so tedious trying to reconstruct a post...)
I had had the symptoms of a possible sinus infection early last week, but by the weekend, I was mostly fine. On Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, I thought I was completely better. On Wednesday at noon, however, while we were at Chris & Amy's house, I started feeling pretty crappy. By 4pm, I was completely wrapped up in my heavy coat with gloves on for the 45-minute drive to Weston, and I still couldn't get warm. I was sick the entire time we were at Aunt Frankie's house. I had moments where I'd get much too hot, and I'd peel off my clothes, only to have to pile it all back on just a bit later. Bedtime was miserable. Aunt Frankie's house is over 100 years old, and there are huge fireplaces in every room. I'm sure Philip didn't get much rest either, considering I woke him up every hour to either light the fireplace or turn the ceiling fan on. :-(
We went down to breakfast yesterday morning, and then I fell asleep on the couch while everyone was talking. I felt so bad. Aunt Frankie kept telling me, "You're not well, honey. You need to go to the doctor in Bridgeport." I agreed with her, but I also knew what a hassle it would be to get the required pre-authorization from the base in Nebraska for a doctor here in West Virginia, plus there wasn't much a doctor could do for a fever. On the drive back from Weston, however, I noticed and felt how much my glands had swollen, and I knew then that I was dealing with more than just a fever. We dropped off the boys with Philip's parents, I called the base, and then he took me to Medbrook. Once we were finished there, we filled my prescription at The Prescription Shop (where Philip worked during high school as a delivery boy, and where we'd intended to drop in and say hi sometime).
We came home, I took my meds and then I crawled into bed with my heavy coat still on. I slept on a heating pad and with a heated rice sock at my feet (my two new best friends, by the way). The Listers and Lusks came by to visit while I was sleeping, and I never even knew they were here - Philip didn't wake me, and I wouldn't have been able to visit even if I had been awake. Later on, Philip's grandparents and Chris and Amy all came over for "Spaghetti Night" - and it sounded like they were having a good time. Amy kept coming in to check on me, to feel my forehead ("You're on fire, Nicole!"), and to see if I needed anything.
Around 8pm, I woke up so hot I couldn't stay in bed any longer. When a cold spell didn't set in an hour later, I was elated, thinking that maybe my fever had finally "broken" for good. I was wrong, though. By 10:30pm, I was shaking so bad I could barely manage to get the heating pad plugged in again. Philip had gone along with his dad to his Thursday night bowling league, and he'd put the boys in bed before he left, thank goodness. I laid in bed cold for a while, made my phone post, and then finally drifted off somewhere around 11:45.
The whole night was miserable again, though. Hot, cold, hot, cold. I woke up at 5:40am this morning in a hot spell, and I've not come out of it yet. It was really hard to put on warm clothes this morning and go meet Randy and Jenn for breakfast at Eat 'n Park, but I'm so glad that we did. I'd not seen them (well, Randy in that particular case) since my sister's wedding in October '04. The conversation was good, and it was my first real meal in over a day.
Grammy and Papa George had taken the boys and Philip to the library and to the train station sometime while I was asleep yesterday afternoon. Today, they all left for Burger King as soon as Philip and I returned home. (I have my suspicions that they might've also gone to Toys'R Us, too, knowing Grammy.) They've been gone for well over two hours now. I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, but my neck is so stiff from sleeping and swollen from being sick, and I just don't want to go get back in bed all hot like I am right now. I'll go lay down soon, though.
Tom and Shel (Philip's oldest brother and sister-in-law) and their kids (Lindsay [12] and Trey [9]) will be coming in late tonight from North Carolina. We've got family portraits scheduled for 10am tomorrow morning. It will be the first time that the whole family has been together in over seven years now, and Grammy is getting really excited about that. In the last family picture, A.J. was one week old, and Jared was only three weeks old. Now they are both seven years old, plus there's a Jack and an Alyssa to be added! :-)
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve as well, so we'll attend the service at church, and then Nancy is hosting a holiday Open House. We'll get to spend more time visiting with several folks, and it'll be fun, I'm sure.
I just need to get better. Sooner, rather than later. :-/
Grr.
I'm posting this around 1:30-ish EST time, by the way - not whatever time might be showing. The same was true for my phone post last night - I made it at 11:21pm, but for some bizarre reason, it showed up at 4-something this morning. Double grr. Thank you, lotsofjoy, for transcribing that post for me, as I knew that Randy needed to get that message!
I am so sick. I've got a raging fever that sends me spiraling between bouts of cold so severe that I shake until my teeth chatter and my stomach clenches, and then bursts of hot where I drench my clothes. Every hour, I alternate back and forth. The glands in my neck are swollen something awful, and because of that, the doctor ordered a CBC yesterday. It came back with my white counts "pretty elevated" (evidence of a bacterial infection) so he prescribed me an antibiotic and told me to continue taking Ibuprofen for the fever and swelling. The inside of my throat is also really red and angry-looking. It hurts.
(It is so tedious trying to reconstruct a post...)
I had had the symptoms of a possible sinus infection early last week, but by the weekend, I was mostly fine. On Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, I thought I was completely better. On Wednesday at noon, however, while we were at Chris & Amy's house, I started feeling pretty crappy. By 4pm, I was completely wrapped up in my heavy coat with gloves on for the 45-minute drive to Weston, and I still couldn't get warm. I was sick the entire time we were at Aunt Frankie's house. I had moments where I'd get much too hot, and I'd peel off my clothes, only to have to pile it all back on just a bit later. Bedtime was miserable. Aunt Frankie's house is over 100 years old, and there are huge fireplaces in every room. I'm sure Philip didn't get much rest either, considering I woke him up every hour to either light the fireplace or turn the ceiling fan on. :-(
We went down to breakfast yesterday morning, and then I fell asleep on the couch while everyone was talking. I felt so bad. Aunt Frankie kept telling me, "You're not well, honey. You need to go to the doctor in Bridgeport." I agreed with her, but I also knew what a hassle it would be to get the required pre-authorization from the base in Nebraska for a doctor here in West Virginia, plus there wasn't much a doctor could do for a fever. On the drive back from Weston, however, I noticed and felt how much my glands had swollen, and I knew then that I was dealing with more than just a fever. We dropped off the boys with Philip's parents, I called the base, and then he took me to Medbrook. Once we were finished there, we filled my prescription at The Prescription Shop (where Philip worked during high school as a delivery boy, and where we'd intended to drop in and say hi sometime).
We came home, I took my meds and then I crawled into bed with my heavy coat still on. I slept on a heating pad and with a heated rice sock at my feet (my two new best friends, by the way). The Listers and Lusks came by to visit while I was sleeping, and I never even knew they were here - Philip didn't wake me, and I wouldn't have been able to visit even if I had been awake. Later on, Philip's grandparents and Chris and Amy all came over for "Spaghetti Night" - and it sounded like they were having a good time. Amy kept coming in to check on me, to feel my forehead ("You're on fire, Nicole!"), and to see if I needed anything.
Around 8pm, I woke up so hot I couldn't stay in bed any longer. When a cold spell didn't set in an hour later, I was elated, thinking that maybe my fever had finally "broken" for good. I was wrong, though. By 10:30pm, I was shaking so bad I could barely manage to get the heating pad plugged in again. Philip had gone along with his dad to his Thursday night bowling league, and he'd put the boys in bed before he left, thank goodness. I laid in bed cold for a while, made my phone post, and then finally drifted off somewhere around 11:45.
The whole night was miserable again, though. Hot, cold, hot, cold. I woke up at 5:40am this morning in a hot spell, and I've not come out of it yet. It was really hard to put on warm clothes this morning and go meet Randy and Jenn for breakfast at Eat 'n Park, but I'm so glad that we did. I'd not seen them (well, Randy in that particular case) since my sister's wedding in October '04. The conversation was good, and it was my first real meal in over a day.
Grammy and Papa George had taken the boys and Philip to the library and to the train station sometime while I was asleep yesterday afternoon. Today, they all left for Burger King as soon as Philip and I returned home. (I have my suspicions that they might've also gone to Toys'R Us, too, knowing Grammy.) They've been gone for well over two hours now. I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, but my neck is so stiff from sleeping and swollen from being sick, and I just don't want to go get back in bed all hot like I am right now. I'll go lay down soon, though.
Tom and Shel (Philip's oldest brother and sister-in-law) and their kids (Lindsay [12] and Trey [9]) will be coming in late tonight from North Carolina. We've got family portraits scheduled for 10am tomorrow morning. It will be the first time that the whole family has been together in over seven years now, and Grammy is getting really excited about that. In the last family picture, A.J. was one week old, and Jared was only three weeks old. Now they are both seven years old, plus there's a Jack and an Alyssa to be added! :-)
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve as well, so we'll attend the service at church, and then Nancy is hosting a holiday Open House. We'll get to spend more time visiting with several folks, and it'll be fun, I'm sure.
I just need to get better. Sooner, rather than later. :-/