Friday, February 01, 2008
Yucky Bug
The other night I felt awful. My legs and joints were painful, swollen, and warm to the touch. It was a lot like when I'd get edema as an allergic reaction to cipro. Since I had been on a new medication for the last 2 weeks, I figured that was the source of the problem. When my breathing got wheezy and tight, I was even more convinced that what was going on was an allergic reaction. The weirdest part was the fever. That didn't seem to quite fit.
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.
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.
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And now after your reading your post, I know where you are. I hope the medicine works quickly and your soon well again.
I want to express my gratitude for everything that you’ve helped me achieve here. It’s a rare thing to find someone as generous and kind as you. Thank you.
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