I obvious spent way too many hours in hospital waiting rooms last week. By Saturday afternoon I had a very sore throat and found myself blowing my nose frequently. Soon enough I discovered I was running a fever too. I stayed in bed all of Sunday. The fever was running around 38.8 C or so the whole day. blah.... At around 4 a.m. I got up to use the restroom and get a drink of water. My husband got up at the same time. He said he got a cramp in his leg which woke him up. I relieved my bladder and as I was getting a drink of water I started to feel dizzy. Bang! I collapsed, hitting my head on the door or the wall, not really sure which. I was so out of it that I actually thought I'd bumped my head against the headboard getting back into bed! My husband was close enough nearby to hear the crash. He's usually not the most sympathetic of souls. (Hey, if I was getting the emotional support that I needed from him I probably wouldn't need to resort to a blog!) But, this seemed to really shake him up. I do remember him saying something to me and me saying that I was ok and I just needed to find my blanket. Actually, my head was in the dirty clothes basket and he said water was all over the place from the plastic cup I dropped when I fell. I could hear him talking to himself and trying to figure out what to do while trying to get me up and out of that cramped little space. (My husband told me later that I actually fainted twice. He says that after he got me to sit up I then collapsed again. He says he was worried that the second time I actually had died.) Finally, he did get me moved to the bottom of the staircase and seated there while he went off to fetch some Pocari Sweat (re-hydration mix). I'm pretty sure he gave it to me in a glass measuring cup. He was probably in a panic and using what he could find. Then he helped me back upstairs and into bed. I was sweating up a storm too so he helped me change into a new pajama top.
Today, I canceled my plans and stayed home instead. The fever is down. I discovered a 6 or 7 cm bruise running down the back of my upper leg. Of course, I can't see the bump on the back of my head but I can sure feel it. Maybe tomorrow I'll be ok and all set for the fine needle biopsy on my thyroid nodule.
I've been getting flu shots for many years now. I hadn't even had a cold in something like 7 years, if I'm remembering correctly. This year I've had 2 colds that I picked up from spending time with my young granddaughters and now this out of season flu. (My granddaughters are in kindergarten and daycare so being exposed to lots of germs.)
Note to self, the aches of joints and bones during a case of flu is nothing compared to how bad the pain is in RA.
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