Temp got up to 103+ last night. I freaked out and started talking about dying and what would happen to Morgan. Alan tried to kiss me and I wigged out about not wanting to get him sick. I didn't sleep very well despite Alan sleeping on the couch so I could have the whole bed in which to try to get comfortable. This morning I was 100.5 and felt better, but Alan and Mom had a Sekrit Phone Conference (they are prone to those) and decided that I needed to see the doctor again. *sigh* So I went, figuring they wouldn't tell me anything new but hoping at least they'd give me a prescription for the fever 'cause damn, brain cells are being threatened here. The doctor on duty was different than Monday and I liked her a whole lot better. She was gratifyingly concerned about my high temps, because it _should_ be trending downward, not up. And she took about twice as long listening to me breathe and overall just gave an impression of actually caring what was wrong and trying to figure out how to get me better. The guy on Monday was kind of "meh" about the whole thing, which was really disconcerting given that I was more than half convinced I had swine flu. Bedside manner: you're doing it wrong, dude.
But this lady was awesome and she suggested that I switch to ibuprofen since the Tylenol was doing nothing, also the anti-inflammatory might help with the cough (which is worse today and makes _everything_ hurt). She told us her hours for tomorrow and Friday and implored me to check in with her - "You HAVE to get better, you really do." She mentioned that it might be the flu, which Monday!doctor had seemed to handwave, and that if I _don't_ get better the next step is bloodwork and getting a white cell count and stuff. It's so nice to be taken seriously. It's also nice not to be charged out the nose.
So on our way home we got some ibuprofen. The bottle says to take one capsule but doc said I could take three so I did and wow! We're talking, like, choirs of angels singing. This afternoon my temp bounced around from 100.2 to 102.8 and back but the coughs were so much better, which helped immensely with the overall achiness I've had for the better part of a week now. This evening I was down to 99.6 but just now apparently I'm back to 100.8. Doc said it would bounce but it is, at least, doing so in a downward direction.
Also, my long-overdue period finally started today. Way to fail, body, way to fail.
Since I'll still be contagious this weekend regardless of if the fever breaks by then or not, I won't be able to go out to the boats for the fireworks and water wars. Boo. Dad is going to come down and
rescue Morgan from Mommy's sicky germs
fetch Morgan tomorrow, though, to take her up the hill for the small-town Amador County festivities which part of me prefers, anyway. The fireworks are shot off from the baseball diamond at the junior high school and the snack bar is open and manned by the 4-H club selling nachos and corn dogs, and the football field is filled with people laying flat on their backs to watch the fireworks go off directly overhead. And then it takes half an hour just to get through town on your way home. Maybe less than that now because these days Jackson has TRAFFIC LIGHTS!!
Oh, speaking of Morgan, this morning she was going on about wanting a flying Pegasus again. I explained we don't have room for one. She is, as usual, undeterred: "Well, we could go to the hardware store, and buy some rope, and tie it to things. Big things that are hard to lift." Oh, I love that little brain.
Oooh, also: I've been having tons of fun poking at the generators at Seventh Sanctum
. Character names and descriptions to deities to sci-fi gadgets to evil animal minions (my personal favorite is "super-fast sneaky psychic slugs who can read minds") and even more mundane things like tavern names.
EDIT: 11pm - 99.3, lowest I've been all day, and I feel like I'm sweating like a pig.