Friday, February 01, 2008
The fever was awful yesterday. I felt so cold, even bundled up in layers and a sweater, but I was still trembling and shivering. My hands were shaking so badly I could hardly type, and my teeth were chattering enough to make talking a challenge. I only stayed at work for the morning before I came home. I spent the rest of the day on the couch, drifting in an out of sleep with a pile of blankets on me an a space heater aimed at me.
I seem to have sweat the bug right out of me. So much dried salt had crusted on my skin from the fever, that once I got into the bathtub, it all just floated on the surface. Very gross. I had to follow up my bath with a shower, just to be clean!
Today my mom came to town to help out around the house since I'm under the weather. She's really great about that. Sometimes I feel guilty for having her come down to help out. I feel like I should be able to do things myself and not need any help. But then I come to my senses and realize that there are certain things I truly cannot do when I'm sick or having trouble.
Yes I'm only 27, but I'm a 27 year old with progressing CF. I'm not a wimp, I just don't have the physical resources available to me that that my peers do. I do what I can with what I've got, and for what it's worth, I think I do a pretty bang up job of it. :)
In the meantime, though, I'm still fighting off this bug (which I may have caught from my CF nurse on Monday) and resting as much as I can.