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I am much more sick than you.
Mar. 16th, 2005 01:57 amRemember how I asked someone to explain how time worked? Well. I am really, really curious now because I slept for a full night before waking up miserable. I was freezing, so I finally made M snuggle with me. I kept thinking about cinammon twists.. you know, like the ones they have at Taco Bell... and yes, I was imagining that I was a cinammon twist, only bigger and less light and flakey. I was more a pastry, really. But I was made out of two pieces, twisted and then twisted together, and I was trying to twist myself up with another one (that would be M) just the same as me, and it was very confusing because it just didn't work. By the time he was ready for me to roll over, not that he actually said so, I was still freezing and shaking from the cold. I laid there for a really really long time waiting for the alarm to go off, and finally I started wondering why M had said "good night" when I stopped pestering him. That's when I looked at the clock, and got really confused about how time works..12:41. An hour later (or, 12:47, for those on my altered space-time continuum) I finally decided to take my temperature because perhaps I was not thinking all too clearly..101.5. Oh. So I took some tylenol and spent another hour in bed (or, twenty minutes) and finally decided to get up because I was keeping M awake and he needs his beauty sleep. Not because he is not beauty-full already, but because tossing and turning and keeping him awake was kind of bitchy when I was miserable about being in bed and unable to sleep anyway.
When I got up it was 102.1. I don't know, maybe other people get fevers that high on a regular basis, but my normal body temperature is around 97.1 (try, just try, to get a doctor to believe that one.. clearly impossible because they always know much more about how my body typically behaves than I do.) Now I'm a little concerned since it's up to 102.5. I don't do well with fevers.. I think I am a little more susceptible to muscle aches than the average bear.. I get them when I don't even have a real fever, and it is totally awful. I am almost positive that it has not been that high since we lived in Memphis (approximately grade six through eight.. don't make me do the math to find an age). I was always sick when we lived there. Think it was the river. I honestly wonder if it's not the same thing causing me to be sick so often here.. we're right on the Kentucky river now. I don't know how that would work but I have been sick much more often in the last year.
So that's what I've been doing since many, many hours ago when I last wrote. I came very, very close to crying and calling my mommy at some point. I would have, too, but I didn't want to scare her when the phone rang, or wake her up. Also, I was a little afraid she would jump in the car in the morning and come down here to take care of her girl.. and while that sounds really nice right now, I don't want her to catch whatever I have, and it's not like there's anything she could do anyway.
Right now, it's down to 102.3 so I'm going to pretend that it hit its peak already and I will wake up refreshed in the morning. I am burning hot from the waist up and freezing from the waist down.. I think I will go downstairs for a small glass of apple cranberry juice, which will wash away all my sins. No, I'm not delirious here, no need to call the men in white jackets.. for me, anyway. M had a dream a while back that cranberry juice will wash away your sins so it has kind of stuck. And then maybe sometime soon I will go back to bed, and sleep until morning.
Revised chance of me going to work tomorrow: 0.04%--or a hundred times less likely than five hours ago. I think. If my math worked. That's M's thing more than mine, though, so who knows?
I am absolutely aware that this is boring as a Britney Spears concert, but I don't have the eye power or attention span to read blogs and fiddle about online like I normally would so there had to be typing. I guess I'll stop now, though, because I am really stretching it to think of anything else to say. Except that I am sick.
And I want my mommy.
When I got up it was 102.1. I don't know, maybe other people get fevers that high on a regular basis, but my normal body temperature is around 97.1 (try, just try, to get a doctor to believe that one.. clearly impossible because they always know much more about how my body typically behaves than I do.) Now I'm a little concerned since it's up to 102.5. I don't do well with fevers.. I think I am a little more susceptible to muscle aches than the average bear.. I get them when I don't even have a real fever, and it is totally awful. I am almost positive that it has not been that high since we lived in Memphis (approximately grade six through eight.. don't make me do the math to find an age). I was always sick when we lived there. Think it was the river. I honestly wonder if it's not the same thing causing me to be sick so often here.. we're right on the Kentucky river now. I don't know how that would work but I have been sick much more often in the last year.
So that's what I've been doing since many, many hours ago when I last wrote. I came very, very close to crying and calling my mommy at some point. I would have, too, but I didn't want to scare her when the phone rang, or wake her up. Also, I was a little afraid she would jump in the car in the morning and come down here to take care of her girl.. and while that sounds really nice right now, I don't want her to catch whatever I have, and it's not like there's anything she could do anyway.
Right now, it's down to 102.3 so I'm going to pretend that it hit its peak already and I will wake up refreshed in the morning. I am burning hot from the waist up and freezing from the waist down.. I think I will go downstairs for a small glass of apple cranberry juice, which will wash away all my sins. No, I'm not delirious here, no need to call the men in white jackets.. for me, anyway. M had a dream a while back that cranberry juice will wash away your sins so it has kind of stuck. And then maybe sometime soon I will go back to bed, and sleep until morning.
Revised chance of me going to work tomorrow: 0.04%--or a hundred times less likely than five hours ago. I think. If my math worked. That's M's thing more than mine, though, so who knows?
I am absolutely aware that this is boring as a Britney Spears concert, but I don't have the eye power or attention span to read blogs and fiddle about online like I normally would so there had to be typing. I guess I'll stop now, though, because I am really stretching it to think of anything else to say. Except that I am sick.
And I want my mommy.
