So yesterday I was trying to get this really boring complex reading done for my Monday night class. Because instead of doing my reading on Sunday night like I was supposed to because the internet literally exploded and I could. Not. Wait. To watch Game of Thrones. I figured oooh it’s fine my children will totally leave me alone while I am trying to do important work. Bwahahahah.
Ok. So obviously that reading didn’t happen. I got 10 out of 150 pages read. Go me! But that wasn’t the point of this story. I was attempting to get this done and I started feeling really crappy. Like chills, fever, aches, stiffness. I had an itchy throat the night before which I guess was a sign, but I have never become so ill so quickly. It was terrible but I still had to go to class (first one of the summer – bad things happen when you miss the first class).
I rocked back and forth in my chair for 3 hours. I almost cried several times. I do not know what I had but it was BAD. I left class multiple times. The professors must have thought I was totally nuts. I don’t think I could have made it home if my new roomie hadn’t picked me up last night. We got home, I sent a couple emails, forced down a Medifast brownie, (I really can’t go a day without one but my throat was on fire!) and I went to sleep fully clothed. And with lots of blankets.
I woke up this morning still feeling like death. I almost cried when one of my kids wouldn’t let me sit down. Talk about being a train wreck. I don’t think it helped that they got up at 6. They just won’t sleep. Then I went into the intense sweating phase (what’s that all about?) and was finally able to wrangle 2 heavy suitcases, 2 giant car seats, and 2 little kids up the stairs and into a limo (seriously it is the same price as a taxi to the airport!).
It is really a miracle I pulled this off today. I couldn’t even move the suitcases off my bed last night. So as I spent our time at the airport looking longingly at these stupid pretzels, I had to remind myself, I am stronger than this. Besides, I couldn’t swallow them if I tried!
So we got to Florida, I passed out again, and woke up feeling worse. Doc says I have one of the worst cases he’s ever seen. Do it right or don’t do it at all??
This story has no moral.
Update – I don’t know if I actually published this or not. I am still in a strep stupor. I’ll be out of it soon. I hope.