The past three weeks I have been sneezing. No biggie. Actually somewhat unusual for me. I have lived my life with sinus issues (thanks mom and dad!) and they generally manifest themselves somewhat further back in my head. Recently everything has been up front in my nose- hence the trigger to sneeze. But I felt fine.
Friday night that suddenly changed. It was a gorgeous day (50 degrees = tropical madness) and I got out of the hospital before 6:00p (miracle of miracles!!) and celebrated by taking Luna up to the park. I came back, sat on the couch, and suddenly realized that everything that had been happening in my nose was now settling into its proper home: my sinuses. Not. Good.
Enter Saturday. Saturday I am definitely feeling more and more sinusy. I sort of just want to lie down because clearly my sinuses have been draining all night and now my ears and throat hurt. But we were too busy on St. Patrick's Day to actually celebrate (we ordered pizza) and Andrew really wanted to have people over and make some corned beef on his one day off. So we cleaned the house (well, Andrew cleaned and I picked some things up and then had to sit down for a while). And I begged Andrew to make the Irish Soda Bread for fear that my sinuses would be contagious and I would enviral the delicious buttery goodness of the bread.
Chris and Dave came over (and later, Chance and Chance's twin brother and Laura joined us) and we partook of fattening traditional foods. And it was good. And we watched Iron Chef America and then started a marathon of Ghost Adventures (when Andrew discovered what I had turned the channel to, he actually almost fell over because he was rolling his eyes so hard). And although I was still not at my full game, I was ok.
And then I suddenly realized that I was feeling much much worse. Much worse. And every single joint ached. Including my hips. And since I had to get up and go to the bathroom anyway (in Soviet Russia, fluids force you!) I went ahead and took my temperature just for kicks.
Not an impressive temperature per say. Except that I haven't actually had a fever since Jr. High. Whenever I feel like I might be feverish, the thermometer usually tells me I am actually in the 97 range. Very frustrating in High School by the way. So this is an honest to God fever in my world. And enough to make me feel like death warmed over and then smeared with poo. And then punched in the face.
So today I am going to recoup and hopefully not have to take a sick day tomorrow. Wish me luck.
- ▼ March (4)