My body has been acting absolutely crazy again.
Got up on Monday morning to a horrible body ache and a pounding headache and suspected fever (though the husband affirmed that I wasn’t running any) only to find myself shivering throughout the day while at the office, and the pounding and pain in the head worsening. I finally took a decision to see the doc. downstairs after rushing out what was due for the afternoon, and turns out that I was running a 39 degrees fever based on no substantial diagosis yet (even went for a urine test to test for any possible UTI) and later concluded as running a possible viral fever. Yikes.
In spite of the 1.5 days of MC given, I stayed on at work till evening – finishing whatever possible task I could manage before running back home to my mum’s, having my meal and medication before scooping into bed with a cold pack secured on the head as I slept straight for the next 12 hours. The husband’s situation was not any better. He had to work through the night till 4am and up for meetings at 9am for the next few days. My heart ached as he told me there was nothing much he could do since his colleagues were either on leave or taking leave because their kids were not feeling well (cynical me suspects it may have been due to wanting to spend more time since its the Sep holidays. Hmm..) and he was left alone to fend the fort. Yikes.
Its a horrid feeling, to be running ill and not knowing what’s happening to the body. I had a sudden thought last evening if I’d ever burn my brains without knowing since I had no idea I was even running a relatively high temperature. But we’ll keep it at that. I really don’t wish to know or be thrown into a tub of ice at the hospital, ever.
The appetite has started to creep back, thanks to popo’s TLC in preparing yum dishes. So that’s good news. Definitely hope this sick dog will be up & running really soon!