So last night I lay down with londo for a while to watch some TV. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and had a nice fuzzy fleece blanket over me. I was shivery and cold still, but not too badly. And then he got up, exclaiming about how hot he was, and wanted to open the window. When I protested violently and showed how I was shivering... we got out the thermometer.
101°F. Yikes!
We piled me into more clothing and poured more tea into me. I got nice and warm in a good sleepy way. When I went to bed at 9:30, my temperature was taken again. londo looked at it and said, "Your fever has gotten worse..." and then left to talk to Randy! Meep! I was afraid I was about to die or something. When he came back he told me it had gone up to 102 and that if it was still that high in the morning, I'd be taken to the doctor.
Luckily the fever seems to have gone away overnight, I woke up very sweaty but otherwise a normal temperature. And I feel much, much, much better. My throat still hurts, but the fever and vertigo are gone. Yay!
101°F. Yikes!
We piled me into more clothing and poured more tea into me. I got nice and warm in a good sleepy way. When I went to bed at 9:30, my temperature was taken again. londo looked at it and said, "Your fever has gotten worse..." and then left to talk to Randy! Meep! I was afraid I was about to die or something. When he came back he told me it had gone up to 102 and that if it was still that high in the morning, I'd be taken to the doctor.
Luckily the fever seems to have gone away overnight, I woke up very sweaty but otherwise a normal temperature. And I feel much, much, much better. My throat still hurts, but the fever and vertigo are gone. Yay!
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on 27 Feb 2005 09:59 (UTC)You can't beat me for weird dreams though. (In response to your previous entry abuot the break-up dream with Londo.) Night before last, it was like a sci-fi/fantasy movie, with a young dark-haired hero and his sidekick, for some unexplained reason, having to go through a series of challenges in this cavern-like space station (always passing through airlocks between chambers) just to get to the final goal, which was to face a giant bat-shaped space-monster that looked to be made of orange-glowing molten rock.
I love my dreams. They're always weird and fascinating. Well, okay, not always; sometimes I'm just dreaming about people that I miss, like my college buddies Jennifer and Kevin last night.
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on 28 Feb 2005 07:14 (UTC)