Sick Days

I am finally starting to get over being sick. My fever is gone, as least, so now I'm just trying to get the fibromyalgia under control by trying to get up and do a few simple things. I don't find it hard to take it slow, because I am kind of slow, but also my breathing isn't 100% yet so I get short of breath pretty easy.

I think the worse thing about being sick as an adult is the loneliness. My sisters had to work, and of course yesterday when I was doing really bad, everyone was celebrating Mothers Day. There were friends I could have had over, but our house is quite dirty and I didn't want to add embarrassment to sickness. In the end, my dad and sister got me some soup (Mrs Grass is the best when you're sick) and some orange juice. The soup was just the thing, and all I had to eat yesterday.

Another thing is that there is nothing on television. It was truly annoying. I tried to read, but my headache stopped that after about a paragraph. I listened to some music while I was trying to lower my fever with a lukewarm bath. Also, spending about an hour thinking about why it's called lukewarm instead of warm was somewhat fun. I would have called people, but the few people who had talked to me on the phone said they couldn't understand what I was saying. Apparently the coughing had me sounding like an old hag, which sounds just fine to me.

So that was my weekend. I'm hoping next weekend will be better.