To all you friends and commenters, thanks from the bottom of my heart for your humor, thoughts and prayers. It’s hard to put into words how they lift me up.
When the pain is outrageously bad, it’s soothing to think of Sassy Bear holding my hand.
Yesterday came and went with little change here. The joint pain made me too weak to move around without holding on to something. Fortunately, in my cigar box size apartment everything is within a few feet of everything else. Sometimes even that distance is too much.
Two painkillers made a tiny dent in the pain that shook me to the core. Barely able to stand, I even had to pee sitting down - then it was a chore to get up again, so I gave that up.
I think I have made the connection between the joint pain and fever. When the fever was at its highest yesterday at 102.F all movement was excruciating.
(yes, I know, I was supposed to call 911 if the temp got that high, but I just couldn’t do it)
I took a high dose of tylenol, 2 benadryl, and 2 painkillers, then crawled into bed fighting off chills. I lay on my back very still - thinking about that kiss on the forehead offered by Fearsome - and eventually sleep took me. I don’t remember a thing. No dreams or anything, which is very strange for me - I dream all the time.
When I woke up I was soaking wet as was everything near or on me. I noticed the pain was gone immediately. Got out of the wet things, dried off, brushed my teeth and headed to the kitchen for an Ensure. The pain in my joints was gone.
After cleaning up I moved to the dry side of the bed and read, feeling more relaxed and relieved. The sheets will get changed soon enough, but not now. Eventually I slept, but again, no dreams.
Another high fever has hit, so I guess I’m off to the ER anyway. I am hardly ambulatory at this point.
It is what it is and I’ll take it as it comes.
Back to the ER