Last night was the worst I’ve felt since my symptoms began. I wasn’t able to eat much dinner. Then I wasn’t able to get comfortable. I got chills pretty bad. Mark snuggled with me on the couch and wrapped me in my blanket to keep me warm. My fever never broke 99.6, but since I usually hover around 97.6, it was enough for me to notice a difference. I went from being freezing to sweating, to being freezing again. I felt awful in general. I remember taking some ibuprofen, and just hunkering down with my blanket around 10 pm. It was miserable.
I woke up at 2am hungry and feeling like I had conquered something. My body had fought a good fight and won. My fever was gone. I heated up what I didn’t finish of dinner and drank some Gatorade, much more alert and feeling like a human than I had all the previous day. My cough is almost gone. My nose isn’t as stuffy.
Why do fevers always break at like 2am? Like in old novels and all, when someone’s fever breaks, it’s never 3pm or something normal. It’s always in the middle of the night. Maybe it’s just the nature of illnesses… ?
Hopefully I don’t experience anything worse than I did last night.
A shower had me feeling like a human again. I almost felt like all was well. About an hour later I had a hard time finishing my chicken wrap, I was a bit light headed, and the chills came back with a mild fever (99.6). I am hunkered under my blanket with my hoodie on (hood up) hoping to feel warm again. My dry cough isn’t so bad. The chills and fever are the most miserable. At least I still have my sense of taste and smell even if I don’t have much of an appetite to use them. This sucks. I was all about soldiering on and being a good positive person through it, but this really sucks. I know I’ll be okay and make it through, but it is not as mild as I was hoping for.
I’ll be fine. This too shall past and all of that. Mark seems to be doing fine and almost normal. Maybe in a day I will too. Until then I am sleeping as long as possible.
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