Can’t remember the last time I’ve been this sick. I woke up Friday morning, felt a little groggy, but still managed to take a shower and get out of the house. An hour later, I crawled back home and lay in bed where I stayed until Saturday afternoon. I’ve been running an awfully high fever ever since—the kind where you’re hot, but then your teeth are chattering. You’ve got the chills, and you’re alternately kicking the blanket off, then pulling it back up close to your chin. All I managed to get down were two tiny boxes of chocolate soy milk.
It took all my energy to get dressed and make it to a wedding at the St. Francis Yacht Club Saturday afternoon. But there, I got so dizzy, my vision darkened and I started seeing sparkles of light. That’s my body’s way of letting me know I’m about to faint. It’s happened a handful of times in my life. So I rushed to take a seat where I pretty much stayed until we left.
Still feverish and sick, but hoping I’m well enough to go to work on Monday.