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Bedridden

This past weekend I was bedridden. Spark had been sick last week, and I finally caught what he had. At 2:30 AM Saturday, I got diarrhea. For the next hour, every time I stood up to go back to bed, I had to go running back to the toilet. What sleep I got from 3:30 to 5:45 was poor at best and maybe totalled half an hour.

Then Spark woke up. And the way he was crying made it clear that he was not going back to bed without help. Or possibly at all. So I got up and got him out of the crib and carried him around in my arms to soothe him. That didn't work so well, so I fed him a bottle. That helped, and I carried him around some more.

Then I noticed that I was freaking freezing. Even though it was an unseasonably warm 75 degrees at 6 in the morning. I was practically shivering. And all of my joints hurt. Like, a LOT. And I was stumbling around a lot in my walking.

Worried that I would just fall over, I put Spark back down in his crib. (Thankfully, he fell back asleep.) Then I crawled back into bed. I was in a bad way. When Tree woke up, I begged her to call in sick so that she could take care or Spark as I knew that I was totally incapable. I told her what happened earlier. She looked at me, agreed that I looked like I was going to keel over, and called in sick.

For the rest of the day, I drifted in and out of sleep incoherent, freezing and sweating as my body lost its ability to regulate its temperature. My skin told me that it hated me--all of my touch receptors decided that they were going to be pain receptors today instead. I had a headache all day (thankfully, just a normal headache, not a cluster). When I got up to go to the bathroom, I found that my heart was pounding from the exertion from the simple act of standing in one spot. Walking down the hall and back left me panting and lightheaded. I burned through all of my energy reserves so that I could witness Spark's first steps.

I had to study for my hardest test in this condition. Somehow, I did half of my studying this day.

Sunday was better. My headache was gone. My skin left me alone as long as I took enough Advil. But I still couldn't eat. Most of the day I felt like I was throwing off heat like a furnace, yet other times I couldn't get warm. And I was still weak. I was supposed to pick up my friend from the airport, but I had to send Tree instead as I was afriad I would drive into a ditch. While she was gone, I lay panting in a pile next to Spark hoping that if he decided to crawl anywhere that I'd be able to keep up with him.

Somehow, I did the other half of my studying this day.

Monday was better. I was mostly just low on stamina and I still couldn't eat anything besides carbs (and not much of that either). I took my exam with only moderate concentration available to me. And yet somehow managed to do fairly well. My brain was fried when I was done. I was so loopy afterwards that I sang several songs about "fried brains" to Tree. Somehow, I manage to do all of my studying for my last final this day.

And by Tuesday, I was fine again. (At least regarding being sick. As for my head...that story will have to wait for tomorrow.)

Thank God for all mercies.