This is a first aid dog - a Canine Medic. Another cute pic from the internet - and my not so subtle way of telling you that I am sick. Yes, I am sick with cancer - but I have also had a fever now for over 18 hours. I am wondering when it will break. This is the first time that it has lasted this long. My entire body now aches more than my kidney and all I want to do is sleep.
I have had 'odd' fevers since before September '07. At least that is what I called them. I am now convinced that most of them were no more than chills with regard to how I am feeling now. I used to just write them off as 'fighting off a cold' or something. By the time I woke up the next day I felt fine and thought, 'boy, I sure dodged that one'. It wasn't until November '07 that I learned why I was having these. So, thanks to the big 'C' I am cold, fog-headed and ache all over. Oh well, made me forget about my flank pain for awhile.
It started yesterday morning, about a couple hours after I did my blog. It could have actually started sooner as I was feeling pretty crappy while blogging. I thought I was just depressed about New Years Eve and all - apparently not. I was already in my sweatpants and hooded sweatshirt. Apparently I wasn't my usual 'chatty cathy' self yesterday morning as Ron and I sat in the kitchen to have our coffee-talk. Ron said, 'Let me feel your forehead'. This was followed by, 'You got a fever - you're burning up'. Ya think??? So, I grabbed a pair of his wool socks and my toboggan and proceeded to try to warm up. My head felt all foggy and I knew I better take my temperature with something more accurate than the back of my hubby's hand. There it was - halfway between 100 and 101. No wonder I felt crappy. I sat in my recliner totally zoned out as Ron took down the tree. Within the hour I decided to just go to bed. This was at noon. By 6pm I woke up - less foggy in the head but still quite cold. I only made it until 10pm and went back to bed - only to wake up, wide awake, at 2am. Shannon looked at me as if I was crazy - this from the beagle that probably would have woken me up at 3am just for fun. So - I beat her to the punch. She is laying in a depressed heap on her blanket, glaring at me because I stole her joy this morning. I promised her I would go back to bed by 5am so she can wake me up by 7am.
I have tried Tylenol and just plain moving around the house. Nothing has worked. I have no appetite whatsoever and the only thing that sounds good is my coffee. I have no other symptoms today. Yet. Yesterday I thought that perhaps I caught a cold from my Wal-Mart frenzies the week of Christmas. I figured some contagious child sneezed, wiped the diseased snot from his nose with his hand and then touched the pizza pan I bought. Or something like that. Yesterday I 'thought' my throat was beginning to hurt. Feels fine now. No sneezing, no runny nose - nothing. It is more comforting to just think that this never-ending fever is from a cold than to think of my cancer being the root problem. So, sure - let's just call it a cold. Forget that I have foreign yuckies in my body that my immune system wants to get rid of. Forget the fact that I have been down this road at least 2 times a week since this summer - albeit this is the worst I have felt. I am holding steady at just about 100.5 degrees.
I am a big baby. I have no threshold for anything. This whole cancer thing should be interesting. I can notice a fever at around 99 degrees - but this is due in part to the fact that my temperature normally runs around 97.4 degrees. My mom used to baby me something fierce when I would get sick as a kid. So naturally, for the past 18 hours I have wanted my mommy. But, at 37 years old I have to suck it up and just complain on my blog about it. So, this is the highlight of my day. I hope it breaks soon as I have better things to do than to lay in bed all day again. And now my sleep pattern is all thrown off. So - back to bed I go until Shannon wakes me up. She will be pleased.
I have had 'odd' fevers since before September '07. At least that is what I called them. I am now convinced that most of them were no more than chills with regard to how I am feeling now. I used to just write them off as 'fighting off a cold' or something. By the time I woke up the next day I felt fine and thought, 'boy, I sure dodged that one'. It wasn't until November '07 that I learned why I was having these. So, thanks to the big 'C' I am cold, fog-headed and ache all over. Oh well, made me forget about my flank pain for awhile.
It started yesterday morning, about a couple hours after I did my blog. It could have actually started sooner as I was feeling pretty crappy while blogging. I thought I was just depressed about New Years Eve and all - apparently not. I was already in my sweatpants and hooded sweatshirt. Apparently I wasn't my usual 'chatty cathy' self yesterday morning as Ron and I sat in the kitchen to have our coffee-talk. Ron said, 'Let me feel your forehead'. This was followed by, 'You got a fever - you're burning up'. Ya think??? So, I grabbed a pair of his wool socks and my toboggan and proceeded to try to warm up. My head felt all foggy and I knew I better take my temperature with something more accurate than the back of my hubby's hand. There it was - halfway between 100 and 101. No wonder I felt crappy. I sat in my recliner totally zoned out as Ron took down the tree. Within the hour I decided to just go to bed. This was at noon. By 6pm I woke up - less foggy in the head but still quite cold. I only made it until 10pm and went back to bed - only to wake up, wide awake, at 2am. Shannon looked at me as if I was crazy - this from the beagle that probably would have woken me up at 3am just for fun. So - I beat her to the punch. She is laying in a depressed heap on her blanket, glaring at me because I stole her joy this morning. I promised her I would go back to bed by 5am so she can wake me up by 7am.
I have tried Tylenol and just plain moving around the house. Nothing has worked. I have no appetite whatsoever and the only thing that sounds good is my coffee. I have no other symptoms today. Yet. Yesterday I thought that perhaps I caught a cold from my Wal-Mart frenzies the week of Christmas. I figured some contagious child sneezed, wiped the diseased snot from his nose with his hand and then touched the pizza pan I bought. Or something like that. Yesterday I 'thought' my throat was beginning to hurt. Feels fine now. No sneezing, no runny nose - nothing. It is more comforting to just think that this never-ending fever is from a cold than to think of my cancer being the root problem. So, sure - let's just call it a cold. Forget that I have foreign yuckies in my body that my immune system wants to get rid of. Forget the fact that I have been down this road at least 2 times a week since this summer - albeit this is the worst I have felt. I am holding steady at just about 100.5 degrees.
I am a big baby. I have no threshold for anything. This whole cancer thing should be interesting. I can notice a fever at around 99 degrees - but this is due in part to the fact that my temperature normally runs around 97.4 degrees. My mom used to baby me something fierce when I would get sick as a kid. So naturally, for the past 18 hours I have wanted my mommy. But, at 37 years old I have to suck it up and just complain on my blog about it. So, this is the highlight of my day. I hope it breaks soon as I have better things to do than to lay in bed all day again. And now my sleep pattern is all thrown off. So - back to bed I go until Shannon wakes me up. She will be pleased.