Frog Blog

yesterday was the worst. i had a fever of over 100. my spine felt spindly and my head full of chalk and cotton. every joint ached. i almost lost it when B came home. i'm the biggest wimp/grump when i'm ill and all it want is comfort and someone to rub my head.

when i was a kid and stayed home sick from school, i would often lay in my mom's bed watching tv. my mom was both no-nonsense and sympathetic with a sick kid. i couldn't do too much loafing around and complaining but i know i could always count on a cool hand on my hot forehead and a glass of 7-up. it's the same thing i crave now: not too much coddling or cooing but definitely a certain amount of head rubbing and reminders that i'm not going to die from a fever. unfortunately, once "fever of 100" came into the picture, B wasn't too into rubbing my head or even sitting next to me on the couch. i don't blame him. his party is this weekend and it would suck if he got sick, too. but at one point i just crumpled and he finally rubbed my back. thank god. whenever i'm this sick i get so fatalistic. i feel like this strong body of mine will be unresilient to this virus and it's only a matter of time before the downhill spiral of being old and have osteoporosis and get pneumonia and my legs fall off and i die in my bed with all kinds of tubes coming out of my nose. see? i needed B to rub my back to get me back down to reality.

afterwards he went to the store and bought me a bunch of gatorade and kleenex. he also cooked me dinner. what a guy.

i'm pretty sure i'm going back to work tomorrow and won't need to go to the doctor. my immune system still works, thank god.