Last night, my fever kept climbing, and I kept feeling worse and worse until I went to bed. I was otherwise in a good mood, and I'd spent a lot of time with my mom, talking about break-ups and school and life. I know that a low grade fever is fine, so I wasn't terribly worried, but even so, fevers do suck.
I prefer not to take fever reducers when I've got a fever. It's not that I don't want to feel better. I just like knowing just how sick I am; it's hard to monitor an illness when you're masking a symptom. So I went to bed with a fever hovering between 99.7 and 100.0.
I woke up at 5:45 in the morning feeling wretched, and as much as I love any chance to use that vocabulary word, it sucked. My fever was hovering around 100.4, my head was throbbing, and I just felt like crap. I caved and took one more oxycodone and two Tylenol. I also texted my mom to let her know, and went and got my ice packs for my legs.
About an hour later, I woke up feeling no better, but no worse. My fever was still going strong, so I just switched my ice packs.
I woke up around 8:30 covered in sweat, which was gross, but it meant that my fever had finally broken (confirmed by the thermometer). Yay!
I'm still dealing with a bad headache and fatigue; I suspect my fever will be back tonight. But my legs feel all right. A bit twingy and uncomfortable, but nothing unmanageable. My knees didn't end up locked over night, my feet aren't any more swollen. All in all, a good night for my legs.
Not much on tap for today. I need to rest some more because I didn't get a lot of restful sleep. My mom is going to come over again to watch a movie with me. Loki will do hilarious and annoying things. Predictable day!
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