Dying Words?

Well, it's official! I have the flu, and boy do I have it!

I went to the Doctor's office yesterday and had an interesting experience. As I was being checked in (when they take you're weight, temperature, blood pressure...) I found out I had a temperature of 102.7 fahrenheit. I was shocked because I didn't know I had a fever and the nurse was shocked that I didn't realize that fact. She asked how it was possible I didn't have a fever let alone one of 102.7 f. I responded by letting her know that the excruciating pain from the body aches greatly outweighed anything else in my life, including a high fever.

The pain was so great that anything that touched me hurt. I told the nurse that anything cold was the enemy, wind was the enemy. Coughing was the enemy. She smiled.

After that brief conversation I began to think about such a high fever and spontaneously began to cry--it was really embarrasing! The nurse asked if I was alright and I begged her not to let the doctor put me in a tub of cold water and ice. She put her hand on my shoulder and told me he wouldn't do that.

I busted out crying (unfortunately) because I had seen to many television shows where a character who also had a high fever was forced into into an ice bath to lower the fever to protect them from possible seizures. You see, all I could think about was how much that would hurt because anything cold on my body was painful. As it turns out, that's not widely practiced. So, that only added to my embarrassment.

Anyway, Christmas should be interesting. The doc prescribed "Flumadine" and needless to say I took one as soon as I got the bottle in my eager little hands. I began to feel better by this morning and have faith the prescription will shorten this case of the flu.