I lost yesterday to a feverish blur. I recognized the chills and sweats and dizziness as the distinct signs of fever but without a thermometer to verify it. I tried calling my Mom and when I went to speak, a hoarse, inaudible rasp came out of my mouth. I broke down and agreed to go to the doctor. With the help of The Fella and my Mom, I got to an 11a.m. appointment where it took all my effort not to fall over every time I had to stand upright.
I guess that’s what happens when you’re struck down by a 102.7 fever. What can I say? I live up to my Sizzle name.
The doctor prescribed bed rest and codeine to help me sleep. And that’s all I’ve been doing. What I thought was a common pesky head cold has actually blown up into a nasty virus complete with sore throat, aches, fever, phlegm and cough. The earliest I am allowed to return to work is tomorrow. Today I hope to accomplish three things: 1) taking a shower, 2) sitting upright for an hour at a time, 3) talking without my voice cracking. We’ll see how that goes.
Thank you so much to all of you for your well wishes for Angelou. After an initial scare when her blood would not clot properly, she made it through the surgery with flying colors. The surgeon felt she had removed most of the mass so now we wait for lab results on it. Lou came home early yesterday because that’s how she is- an impatient fighter. She looks a bit rough but despite being on medication that should make her drowsy, she’s energetic. Keep those good thoughts coming. I’ll update you when I know more.