I posted this, but didn't have it in me to write anything for a while. More fevers and more mystery. This time we went to the local hospital. Haven't been there in so many years, but I used to go a lot. Enough times that they knew me there, but not anymore. At least I was still in the system. My fever was highest when it was rush hour and trying to drive to West LA would be a nightmare. Not to mention it would be painful for me to be stuck in the car and take too long to get there. On top of that, we had NJ with us and no one to watch him. At least locally someone could eventually pick him up.
I was only there for three days which again is quite impressive for me. It was a minor and insignificant trip to the hospital, but it did something to me. I was really sad since I was supposed to be home preparing for NJ's birthday party. Which we ended up canceling. It's silly in hind sight because I know better. But in the moment it was eating me up inside. Sometimes I hate being me because of how it affects the people in my life. Since then I haven't felt like going out, doing anything, or planning anything. It's also the season of sickness and we're super paranoid.
On the up side, I don't have to stress over a party and I got three visitors that cheered me up to see. 

I felt just well enough to manage doing a few party favor bags. I printed, punched, and glued. I think this is all I'm going to get done. 

I haven't been feeling well since yesterday. I had a low fever last night. Baba tried to feed me and get me better with making me a waffle. Hopefully I don't have any more and can get that past me. 

The time change threw us off and we have time to kill before church starts. 

Stop for a picture, it's bright!

More chess after dinner! 

It's actually chilly enough to put on some warm pj's. The first time we're breaking these out.