Sunday was another horrible day when I was running a fever and felt just awful; making it even worse is that I was sick to my stomach and kept throwing up just a little bit at a time. I called Lauren several times and after giving advice on the phone she came over in the late afternoon. By that time I was semi-delirious (my body does not deal well with fever) and probably pretty irrational. I was frightened and was wondering if this was how I was going to die--hardly the peaceful picture that's been described to me (and that I saw with my father, who did die a very peaceful death in hospice care).
Lauren's bag of tricks included two medicines that she administered by suppository (I told her I doubted any pills would stay down)--tylenol for the fever and compazine for the nausea, and within an hour or so I was feeling a lot better, just totally exhausted. No one is sure where this fever is coming from, but it certainly makes me feel totally debilitated and unable to think straight or make decisions. Of course, then everything falls on Marty and that makes it hard for him.
By yesterday I was feeling much better, just tired from the previous day, but today I have a new symptom, a nagging, tickle in the back of the throat cough that is wearing me out. I've already spoken with Lauren once today and will probably call her again.
I'm just so weary and so sick of being sick.