So, I know my last post said I HAD been sick….
Well, I guess I am still sick? I was fine for a couple of nights, woke up with a 102 fever last Thursday before work. Then I was fine by Thursday night, worked for twelve hours on Friday at two of my jobs… still fine. Saturday I head to Reno for the night (which is a whole other story soon to follow), get a tad rowdy with my friends, wake up Sunday morning hung over but still feeling ok, or not ill. Sunday night I get about two-thirds way done with my drive and I begin to feel horrible.
It came on slowly, first my arms started to hurt, and then my head, I felt my car was getting way too hot, I became way more tired than I should have been, etc. I made it home, took some ibuprofen, took my temperature – no fever- and then decided to just go to sleep because Monday was supposed to be another twelve hour work day.
It didn’t quite work out that way….
At about 1 am, I wake up, my arms both feel as though some Hulkish monster is squeezing them and I am totally sweating. Turns out I have a 102 temperature. Ok fine, I take a few more ibuprofen and try to get some sleep. NOPE! At about 2 I wake up again, this time crying I hurt so bad and I immediately jump in the shower to cool off. My mom hears me turn on the shower and comes into my bathroom to check on me and proceeds to take care of me the rest of the night. Thank the gods for that amazing woman because without her I seriously might have died (you may think I am kidding but just wait for the rest of the ridiculousness to unfold).
After that first shower and drinking about a gallon of watered down juice, we get my temperature to about 100 and I go back to sleep. Then around 4 am my mom wakes me up to see how I am doing, takes me temperature….. and it is 104! So second cool shower/bath of the night. I had to stay in there for a good hour and a half before my temperature began to come down, even with ibuprofen. My mom sat with me the whole time making sure I stayed awake and that I was ok. I was so fucked and had such a high temp, all I was doing was crying and telling her how tired I was. I know part of the time she was debating whether to just cart me to the ER. Finally, around like 6:30 it was safe for me to go to sleep as I was around 101 and no longer in danger of going into a coma.
My dad called my job at the ski area for me to tell them I can’t come to work, and then he made an appt for me at the doctor’s office, because obviously there is something weird going on with me since I have three flash fevers in the past few weeks, this one being scary scary high.
Welllllll, my 11:20 appointment rolls around and guess who no longer has any fever?! Yea, this girl. NOTHING! Only a mildly annoying sore throat.
All they told me was to keep handling it the way I have been handling it and to come back if I don’t get better. I understand it is probably a viral infection so there is nothing they can really do, but seriously, thanks-a-fucking-lot.
That was yesterday and I feel fine now minus the sore throat.
What the hell?!