thats right folks, my first real sickness of the winter. and i say first cuz i usually have 2 or 3. last year it was flu and strepthroat, which was hell. there is nothing so uncomfortable or nothing that makes death seem more inviting as feeling like you swallowed a handful of razor blades ever time you swallow. but this time wasn't that bad but it was bad as in it took 2 weeks to make up its mind as to whether it wanted to hit full on or not. and just as gradual as it came on, when it hit at its worst there was nothing gradual about it at all. i woke up this morning, after suffering all sunday thinking it was at its worst, to a feeling i was sure was the feeling right before death. and today was supposed to be my first day at my house for work... so i took my temperature and it was 103. sorry, first day or not i was not about to do anything. especially start a new job in this state of not so well being. so i called in. i felt horrible about doing it but there was nothing i could do. and the lady on call realized that too when i told her my temperature. so i take some nyquill and put a wet rag in the freezer drink a little sumpin' and head back to bed with my frozen rag. i lay down and put the rag on my head and literally within 2 minutes (TOPS!) the rag felt like it had been dipped in bathwater...hot and dirty. so over the next 4-5 hours i wake up about 4 different times to find myself sleeping in a puddle of my own sweat. not just a little bit of sweat, i basically had to ring myself out and ring my sheets out. i looked like i had been hosed down. and i have never been so hot yet so cold at the same time in my life. but when i woke at 1pm today i wasn't sweaty and i didn't feel so bad. i took my temp and it was the lowest it had been in 2 or 3 days. and i am so grateful for it. i feel so much beeter now. so tomorrow will be my official first day at the house. awesome. i hope they don't think i'm a big schmuck for calling in on my first day - but i was sick, yo!
so my friend travis' birthday was this past weekend. needless to say i thought of him often. i miss him more than i know - more than i allow myself to deal with. we shared a friendship and an understanding that neither of us could probably put into words. i loved him then, i love him still, and i always, always will. happy birthday travis.
it was also my friend kara's b.day this past weekend. i hung out with her and some friends and got a little too drunk (which didn't help my sickness i'm sure). it was great though, all of us hanging out together.
i should get to bed. i have work in the morning.
love n' such ~ cody
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