I think that was the longest unscheduled break I’ve taken from blogging since I started this thing. This is also the sickest that I’ve ever been (if you ignore those first seven months of each pregnancy!), and it took a raging fever that only dropped below 104 with three different forms of medicine to get me to stop-it-already and just lay down and be sick. Actually, the laying down part was easy – it was the standing up part that was much harder.
I’m under the 101 mark and feel remarkably cooler for the first time since late Sunday night. What a furnace I’ve been. M’s been dealing with his own stresses at work and juggling the kids and house, so today I called him and said I’d pick up E at school and bring her home. Ten blocks there, ten blocks back. Carpool line, minimal effort. It still felt like a monumental effort, and I can’t believe how much it took out of me. But I did it, and I think I’m on the upward swing. I certainly hope so.
This is the first time I’ve sat down at our new computer. The new keyboard feels foreign, but nice. I already like it better than the one I use at work. I’m excited to share the photos from the garden last weekend, and other things we’ve got going on. But slowly. I’m working on that slowly part.
Interesting thing I learned in a phone conversation with my doctor late last night. She asked what I had been eating all day. Not much – mostly fruits and vegetables that I thought would be good and help with hydration. She said I needed starches and high fat when battling a fever. The body is doing so much work that it needs those things to fuel it. Hospitalized patients that develop a fever are given twice the food through feeding tubes to combat the temps. I ate a large bowl of granola with whole milk and forty-five minutes later felt a new being, even with a 104.5 degree fever. Tuck that away for future use. Hydration is good, fuel is better.