Over the 4th of July weekend, Middle missed several outings with her friend because she was sick with fever, cough, and aches/pains. She had a fever about 3 days, but she’s always been hit “hard” by anything like that. (Which is why she had 3 minor surgergies before Kindergarten)
I thought we all escaped without getting it, until I started coughing Thursday. Friday I barely had the energy to climb up and down the stairs to work, but I pushed through the day and got as much done as possible (nowhere near my normal daily production level). Meanwhile, I kept waking up in the middle of the night with horrible sweats. I almost thought I was having hot flashes already! They were horrible. And oh, the aches.
Of course I couldn’t find the thermometer – one of the monsters ran off with it. I woke up this morning aching all over again. I’d been trying to blame it partially on our bed (it needs to be replaced), new pillows I’d just bought, and working out more, so my muscles were just sore. But this morning, I could hardly stumble into the bathroom because I was shaking so hard, which hurt everything.
That Man called in to work so he could take care of the kids. Of course I need to do the grocery shopping, so we hardly have any food in the house. I ate a little bit and felt enough better (with a hefty dose of Motrin) to make it to Target so I could pick up cough drops, yet another thermometer, and several cans of soup.
I almost wish I didn’t know for sure that I have a fever. Because knowing it’s 101 and still climbing makes me feel worse. At this rate, I hope I’m better for work Monday morning!