And I think I'm sick ...
Okay so I haven't been sick in the slightest way since I don't even know when. I don't think I got sick all last winter. Maybe for like a day or something, but not quite like this. I'm not full out sick, but I'm on the brink of it and I'm desperately trying to not tip off the edge and into full fledged illness. Well at least not until Friday after work. I would just take Friday or Thursday off of work to try and kick this right off but I'm not sure that I've been given my sick days yet, so I can't do that. Besides the fact that I'd rather just not get fully sick and then save them for when I want to play hookie for a three day weekend. lol I've been eating nothing but soup for going on two days now. I decided instead of soup for breakfast I would eat cereal even though I really don't want to. (It's sitting in front of me currently untouched soaking up milk until I think my throat can stand to swallow it.) Drinking nothing but hot tea and coffee. I know, no caffine but I can't help it, I'm an addict. lol Popping cough drops and multi-vitamin and asprin to hold off the massive headache this started with on Monday night and the fever that I was building yesterday at work.
Speaking of fever ... I have to interject a really cute thing that happened. At least I think it's amazingly cute. I'm sure many of you have heard, but for those who haven't, a little background. I had a feveral seziure when I was a small child, about 2. When this happened my fever had reached about 104-105 degrees which typically would have left a small child my size dead or brain dead but instead it just left me incredibly cold blooded and unable to deal with heat real well. Well, I discovered how bad I dealt with heat in 8th grade when I got heat stroke on a trip to Great America ... and again in Arizona when I got heat exhaustion from golfing (we were even taking a cart!). And I learned I was cold blooded in high school when even though I KNEW I had a tempture the gage would read that I didn't. Led the nurse to think many a thermometer were broken. So I found out through my mom and I running many 'tests' that my body temperature on average runs about 96.7. That may not seem like a big deal but trust me it is. I go into the nurse with a 'temperature' of 98.6 (average) and that is really like a 100.6 degree fever for me. And 99 degree days feel a lot hotter.
So anyway ... I got up this morning and was really feeling shitty (feeling better with hot tea and medicine) And Jim got me the thermometer and we took my temperature and it was 98.1. Instead of saying 'oh you're fine' like so many before he says "Well gee honey, you do have a little bit of a fever" I was shocked! I had told him that whole shindig like 6 months ago and he remembered!! I was so giddy with stupid little girl excitement. I know that's something that a boyfriend whom you're living with should probably remember but no one else has remembered it and it just made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Okay, so my cereal is mushy, I'm going to eat now. Work from 12-9 today, at least I got to sleep in and take it easy this morning which rocks. I will also say that as much as I HATE being sick, this was the time for it to happen ... once January, like 27th hits there's 3 trips to Chicago to be made before the 28th of February. Either the 29th or 5th to pick up the couch from mom, the 18th for the car show because Joey is a butt and has to work, and then the 25th-26th for mom's birthday. But yay for new couch and dinner at the Berhoff which my mom has no clue! YAY! Finally a great birthday present!