Unless I’m misjudging I seem to be already on the mend. That’s good because I have things I need to do this week. I woke up this morning still with a fever, chills, and pain all over. Since 2021 I don’t tolerate fevers. I used to try to let it run its course without altering it with antipyretics. But I finally was like, oh whatever I can’t take this. And I got out of bed and took one ibuprofen.

I walked back to the room and felt suddenly nauseous. There was nowhere to go so I knelt at the laundry pile and threw up Sprite until my stomach and bladder were seemingly empty. I muttered to my husband, “I need your help”, and soon he was up and standing over me. He cleaned up the laundry and liquids while I crossed over to the bathroom to shower. After that I felt better.

The kids had off school for MLK day. They slept in for what seemed a long time, possibly pushing 10AM. I stayed in bed and drank juice for most of the day. Dad had a group at the CGC he went over and talked to for a while. There were people we knew from camp. They walked down to the lake in the afternoon and stayed down there for over an hour. Later we ate a nice supper together.