Maybe I should have listened to my body and stayed home yesterday. But then again, I'm always tired so sometimes it's hard to tell. All day today I felt achey and miserable. It was hard to get out of bed or off from laying on the couch. As the day went on I felt worse until I got chills and realized after taking a temperature that I had a fever. I should have known, I always want to tough it out, try to just ride out the pain. But it always gets worse not better. Once I started feeling worse I knew it was a matter of time before I'd be headed to the ER. We called the coordinator on call so the hospital could be prepared for me. I felt even worse by the time I got there and thank goodness for hubby who knows me better than I know myself (and loves and cares for me better too). At least this time I got my own room. Last time I was in the ER for nearly three days with someone just a curtain away from me. I finally got to rest after two IV's, fourteen vials of blood drawn, lots of fluids, and some strong antibiotics. I was exhausted, but poor hubby was confined to a small chair that was barely padded again. I got to have my last meal at home with NJ and Ah-ma was nice enough to come stay the night last minute and bring him to school the next day.
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