Oh yeah oh yeah - give it up yo-yo-yo! I've got a fever, yesssssireeeeee. Whooo-hooo A+!!!
Possibly celebrating a fever is not the norm, but when have I been the norm? And while I'm not really celebrating, I figured I'd try to put a happy spin on the fact that I've been feeling like absolute crap for days and it seems to be getting worse instead of better.
If I have to knock back one more cup of tea, one more bottle of water, one more bowl of soup or gargle with another ounce of salt water I am going to scream! Well I mean I would scream except for the fact that I can barely choke out a whisper, nevermind a full-throated frustration purging scream. My vocal prowess is positively out the window. This is bad news for me. I like to talk. I like to chit-chat and make with the funny stories and just yammer to myself when I'm alone (though as I've mentioned before I am more often performing for the pets than truly talking to myself). At the moment I can squeak. It's a pretty decent chipmunk imitation. I don't have any real control over it, but when I'm not sounding like the hung-over gravelly love-child of Brenda Vaccaro and Kathleen Turner I'm squeaking like Flipper. This would be fine if I could actually say words with the inflections necessary to make them funny. The sudden squeak or laryngitial word (i.e., silence) is a real hindrance to effective communications. Particularly on the telephone where silence might mean anything from a thoughtful pause to a "can you hear me now" moment.
So here I sit, trying not to go nuts with the discomfort of my throat and the inability to speak as I want to. And the exhaustion! I am positively whipped. No, not in the good way. Geez, keep it outta the gutter people! I'm sick over here!!!
The fever is likely a big part of the exhaustion - it's hard work for the immune system to fight off infections. I did think it had passed, my temp went down to 98.5 this morning! That's still a little highish for me as my normal everyday temperature is 96.8 - it's a metabolism thing. But still 98.5 was a lot better than 101. Unfortunately it spiked back up - and I could feel that it had. A fever is such an odd thing: for me, I become intensely aware of every inch of my skin. It's sort of the way you feel if you've gotten a bad sunburn - and suddenly you are aware of parts of your skin you never really thought about. Top it all off with a low-level headache and you've got good times here.
I took the first available appointment I could get with my doctor for Tuesday. I'm counting on her to fix me. I don't need to be an A+. I'd be really happy with a B 'bout now.