Got up Wednesday feeling a bit sickly. By 8 p.m., I was running 4 degrees of fever. I used to be a 98.6 person....not anymore. I'm NOW a 97.6 normal. Well, I'm not normal......
. MM can vouch for that!
Anyway, that night, I kept waking up on the floor. I remember my spouse trying to get me back into the bed, yelling at me to stay in bed and to stop it. But, I kept winding back on the floor. The last time is what I remember the most....I couldn't get up off the floor and I kept trying to get up, sit up....got on my knees....carpet burns on my right knee. No matter what I did and how hard I was pulling on blankets, sheets, and the bed itself, I could not get up. I don't know how I got back into bed that time. Maybe Jesus lent me a Hand. (After my fever went down, my whole body's muscles were really sore. Not fibromyalgia sore, but exercise sore. Just checked delirium and fever. Yep, that was me.) Now, here comes the strangest part of all. I signed up and was wearing a device I could push a button and get connected for help. You know, I've fallen and I can't get up device. It's really cool since I got the system that has gps, so that if, God forbid, I'm in a car accident, all I have to do is push a button and they can pinpoint my location to send whatever I need as far as assistance. NOW WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT WHILE I WAS LAYING ON THE FLOOR. The only thing I can say is I must have been delirious from the fever and I was in a state of confusion. That's never happened before. It's been rough taking care of myself and I almost pushed my button for an ambulance to go to the ER for help quite a few times, but my fever has gradually started coming down, and I am feeling better.....or better than I was. I still sound like a frog breathing helium, but I only have another day before my doctor is back in his office. Please forgive my absence. You know, it's always something. satan just loves throwing darts at me. I guess I'm doing something right, if I'm irritating him! Yeah, Buddy, as we say down here!
. MM can vouch for that! Anyway, that night, I kept waking up on the floor. I remember my spouse trying to get me back into the bed, yelling at me to stay in bed and to stop it. But, I kept winding back on the floor. The last time is what I remember the most....I couldn't get up off the floor and I kept trying to get up, sit up....got on my knees....carpet burns on my right knee. No matter what I did and how hard I was pulling on blankets, sheets, and the bed itself, I could not get up. I don't know how I got back into bed that time. Maybe Jesus lent me a Hand. (After my fever went down, my whole body's muscles were really sore. Not fibromyalgia sore, but exercise sore. Just checked delirium and fever. Yep, that was me.) Now, here comes the strangest part of all. I signed up and was wearing a device I could push a button and get connected for help. You know, I've fallen and I can't get up device. It's really cool since I got the system that has gps, so that if, God forbid, I'm in a car accident, all I have to do is push a button and they can pinpoint my location to send whatever I need as far as assistance. NOW WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT WHILE I WAS LAYING ON THE FLOOR. The only thing I can say is I must have been delirious from the fever and I was in a state of confusion. That's never happened before. It's been rough taking care of myself and I almost pushed my button for an ambulance to go to the ER for help quite a few times, but my fever has gradually started coming down, and I am feeling better.....or better than I was. I still sound like a frog breathing helium, but I only have another day before my doctor is back in his office. Please forgive my absence. You know, it's always something. satan just loves throwing darts at me. I guess I'm doing something right, if I'm irritating him! Yeah, Buddy, as we say down here!
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Kind of unnerving on one hand and awesome on the other.
(Lyrics to a song we sang in church.)
