Sweat

Two nights ago, we enjoyed pad thai outside on the patio in the 95˚ at 9pm weather. A bit later, we laid down to go to sleep. Brennan kept the door from our room to the back yard open, along with the window. I didn't want to, I thought it would get too cold.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a sore throat, damn it, I knew it would be too cold. I closed the door and the window, he got fussy. I woke up around 7am, with a killer sore throat. So tea and soup it was for breakfast, though it was already reaching 80˚ around 8am.

At 11, we went to go sign the paperwork on our new apartment, him not feeling so hot as well, we decided to take the bus instead of walking. We got there, signed the papers, I handed over my first check ever for rent+deposit. I was feeling sicker and sicker by the moment. We walked to the Trader Joes, picked up OJ, Emergen-C, avocados, mango, and some other treats for sick sick Dom.

All day yesterday, my body was in excruciating pain. I couldn't swallow with out cringing violently, I cried each time I woke up from the throbbing pain in my legs/lower back, and I slept in increments of 4 hours.

Last night, I woke up, several times, dripping in sweat. You could imagine that I had just jumped out of the pool there was so much water on me. Our poor bed sheets. They need to be washed, again, after only one day.

This morning when I woke up at 5, the pain in my lower body was pretty much gone, and I didn't feel as dizzy/sick as I did yesterday. But the sore throat persists. So much, that last night at 11 or so, I gave up on talking, and wrote notes to Brennan instead.

In the middle of the night, I randomly woke up with the thought "tonsillitis". And of course, this morning, the first thing I do is look up symptoms of tonsillitis. I am convinced I've got it. I just have to look in the mirror and check to see if little pus pockets have formed on my tonsils yet.

eeeep!