Ugh. I had such PLANS for this week. Two days utterly lost.
Ugh.
So I walked small son to school and home from the bookstore on Monday. And I felt tired, which was annoying, because I thought I had more endurance in me than that, despite slacking from 2 vacations, but whatevs. After most of the bedtime stuff I called Jen to urge her to come home quickly because I was losing it. Took some aspirin for sore muscles. Jen came, so I climbed into bed at 7:30 and left her to finish putting Sparkles to bed.
At 8:30 I was shivering so violently all the long muscles of my body were cramping. When I sat up I could keep my body still but my jaw muscles ached from my teeth chattering. Called for Jen. Temp of 99.9. After I got back from the bathroom she helped me to pile on more clothes and blankets. My fever only climbed to just over 100.
Thought I was OK in the morning, showered and everything. But we didn't get the kid to school until 10 and by that point I was losing it again. Called work, went home and went back to bed. Woke at 2:30, dragged myself up to eat. Jen was out with the kid. When she brought him home an hour later, I parented mostly by dint of letting him jump on me. That was actually fun. Fed us both, though he ate more than I did. Once again I was worn out before he was. Had another feverish evening, though I slept less.
There were doses of naproxen scattered throughout this time.
I think my fever broke around midnight, as fevers sometimes do. Pulled the sweaty clothes off, had a decent night's sleep.
In the morning my back was out. Sciatica, butt in spasm, miserable. I couldn't sit for any length of time. Jen had to do the cooking, not usually her purview. Dragged myself from the kitchen to the living room floor to the bed again.
I have never hated my body so much as I did yesterday morning. Hungry, but I couldn't move without pain. I wanted to just lie there and not eat until I could crawl out of my skin as some lighter thing. A month didn't seem like an unreasonable amount of time.
This was BEFORE I reached the point where I couldn't walk without shouts of agony with each step.
Last night Jen remembered the Advil Migraine in the medicine cabinet. I had forgotten, because it has been that long since I've had a migraine. (Wow.) So we tried that, and I remembered a stretch I hadn't tried yet, and I had a better night. Funny how muscles can't stay in spasm forever. Today I'm back on my feet. I'm not right yet, but I'm on the mend.
I. NEED. MORE. EXERCISE.