Have you ever experienced a “fever breaking”? I have seen it happen with my kids but I can’t remember it happening to me before at least not as vividly. A few nights ago I was having just a dreadful night: my body wasn’t regulating its temperature at all; I was freezing most of the time (I had on a sweater over my night tank and bed socks on while huddling under my duvet in a house heated to 74°F); my sinuses felt like they were holding back the Colorado river; my eyes were watering so much I couldn’t see; my neck felt like I had whiplash (all this and I was medicated at almost double the Nyquil Nighttime dose); and overall I felt as bad as bad could be. I knew that I had a fever because my skin was pretty darned hot. I was thrashing around in bed alternating between wild dreams and feeling all sorry for myself and then all of a sudden I woke up and the my fever had “broken”. I wasn’t all sweaty and hot, I didn’t need my sweatshirt, I didn’t “freeze” when I got up to go to the bathroom … well, you get the idea. I could tell that I was a bit better. It was so strange. One minute you are absolutely sick as a dog and the next you are just plain old sick. Weird. Let me know if you have experienced this. I don’t think that I want to be that sick again for a long, long time.
One thing that I really missed was having Prince Charming here ... or actually anyone that would have cared for me (do I sound pathetic enough yet?). When you are really sick you don’t want to have to deal with the real world. You don’t want to have to walk the dogs and make yourself food, or actually do anything. You just want to wallow. Or, at least I do. You also want someone to feed you soup, and bring you tea, and make a fuss over you. You want someone to care. Someone to acknowledge how sick you are. Someone to tsk tsk over how unfair it is that you are sick. Someone to commiserate with you. I do know that I am lucky that I don’t have to go into work, or look after little kids at home, or have any other pressing things that I have to look after except for the dogs.
Speaking of caring ... My mom used to make me something called Egg in a Cup when I was feeling puny. It is basically 2 soft boiled eggs mixed with buttered toast squares (crust taken off) and salt. I don’t think that there is a much better sick-in-bed comfort food than that. The thing is it doesn’t work if you have to make it yourself. It only works if someone brings it to you with a cup of tea … and then it can cure almost anything. Mom’s have the magic touch when it comes to making you feel better no matter how old you are. (I can’t believe that I found a picture of egg in a cup! Someone else must have a great mom too!)
I hope that I have more to report tomorrow than a “how is Ella feeling” update.
Have a terrific flu-free day!
Ella
