Stiletto Diaries™

Do I Win Gold For Whining?

Posted on August 21st, 2008 in This And That

I’m writing this from bed while my body works to fight off whatever bloody bug I’ve fallen victim to.  It started yesterday afternoon, when I began feeling ill, fluish, and fatigued.  I drug myself upstairs to check out the situation with a thermometer, and it said I had a fever of 102 degrees.

So I went to bed early, although I hardly slept.  At 1:30am I was feeling so hot I couldn’t stand it, so I crawled out of bed, staggered to the shower, and sat under lukewarm water for at least 15 minutes.  I don’t think that Jack slept much either, with all my tossing and turning and the fact that he may as well of been cuddled up with a very hot water bottle.

This morning he decided to work from home today so that he would be able to care for me and keep the kids occupied, not to mention running V to the airport later so that I wouldn’t have to.  Such a wonderful man.

Hopefully whatever it is passes quickly, as we had hoped to drive down to Buffalo, NY this weekend and do some shopping, and maybe have chicken wings at the very bar where they were invented (or at least first served outside of soup).

<Insert time lapse of many hours, most of which spent laying on the couch or sleeping in bed>

Still feeling like I was run over, several times, by something heavy.  Like, a tank.

My fever has gone down some, and hopefully it stays that way.  The shaky, weak, shivery, hot-then-cold-then-hot-then-cold feelings have remained.  Right now I feel like I am baking in my own skin, and I am clamy.  So weird.

V left for Calgary today, courtesy of a birthday gift flight.  I am sad that she’s gone for her birthday but clearly I will be in no shape to party with her tomorrow, so it’s just as well.  Besides, I’d go back for a visit in a heartbeat if the opportunity was presented, so I don’t blame her one bit.

Jack has been brilliant today.  He fetched me water, and food, and my laptop, and anything else I demanded.  He also attempted to ‘fuck me better’ despite the risks of catching this horrid disese himself.  So selfless, that husband of mine.  Also, vaginas are extra hot inside during a fever, which makes sense ya know.

Just in case I have anthrax, all my sex toys are to be distributed equally among my female friends.  Boys, you can have my outragous collection of panties.