The Fever Made Me Funny

For the past 36 hours I've lived in my bed. Can I even call it living? Mid-Thursday all of a sudden it felt as though someone had severely beaten me. The doctor laughed and said he hadn't heard it described that way before. My friend brought me to urgent care, and sure enough I have influenza. I was a bit scared because when you get something like that plus have something like diabetes... it freaks me out. The way I felt Thursday, I honestly thought I was going to die. The doctor gave me some drug called Tamiflu, if taken within the first 48 hours will lessen the flu to just a few days instead of a week or more. Alhamdulilah.

The best part of this whole situation was my fever. Well, not the actual fever, but the fever-induced thoughts. I can't even remember most of them, but I do remember thinking I was hilarious. I was in my cocoon of blankets laughing.

Alhamdulilah, I can actually get up today. I can actually sit in front of the computer for a little bit. I read Organic's post about her own personal miracle. Just the ability to feel half-alive is a miracle for me today. I can't wait until I feel good enough to clean and Lysol down the house.