Monday, February 01, 2010

Bath + Advil = Fever Gone

I'm better.

The fever broke about 3:30 which, once I'd changed out of my soaked-with-sweat pajamas, made sleep come very quickly.

Now I'm weak but I don't hurt and I'm getting ready to brave some coffee. Normally, I would anticipate the coffee with great joy. Today, I'm more afraid it'll be a mistake of epic proportions. I'm still going to try. Because I'm an addict.

One thing I really hate about being that sick is feeling vulnerable, feeling small and childish and weepy and weak and alone. Lex tries to do what he can to help but he, like most men, aren't really able to intuit what's needed. So, unless I asked for something, he left me alone most of the time, occasionally inquiring how I was feeling but mostly staying in his room and trying to keep out of the way.

And that's OK.

I'm still feeling weak and weepy and vulnerable but I'm on the mend. The coffee is staying down just fine, thank you very much. And I have hope that a trip to the grocery and to get cat food this afternoon is well within the realm of reason.

1 comment:

kk said...

Glad you're feeling better!