WTF!!!

     Woke up.  I remember being almost preternaturally cold.  Nice word there.  The sick part is was from the waist down.

     It was like when you enter a pool, walking into it.  It is very cold.  It's a nice warm day but the water is like 65 degrees.  Enough to give you the chills.  That's how I felt.

     Did all my usual morning stuff.  The chill came and went.  I finally decided I'd call out.  I just figured that I'd been so stressed the last couple of weeks.  My body just wanted to relax.  Called work and got into bed.

     Sheets, blanket, half down blanket, full down blanket.  These are important.  Enough to be a sauna.  My lower half would warm after awhile.  I knew something was up though.  Even whilst I was bearing all that water weight before my heart surgery.  It never took that long to warm up.  Slept a lot.  Ate.  Went through moments where I was better.  Then the chills would return.

     I also took the day, just in case, so I could make the dinner plans for Thursday.  I was really looking forward to that.  

     Fielded a few calls from my sister who was panicked that I took a day off.  Putz.

     I cannot remember if I cooked that not or not.  But I went to bed feeling off that night.  By 2 in the morning I had full body chills.  Something was wrong with me.  Take my temperature?  Ha.

     My sister has always co-opted things in this house.  I had 2 thermometers at one point.  Then she used hers for the dog.  Yes I said the dog.  And mine became hers.  So no I couldn't take a temp.

     Shivering my mind raced.  I'd decided that I had a fast moving strain of tuberculosis.  Simply because they'd given my sister a shot for it 2 days previous.  Of course that was ludicrous.  What to do.

     We recently lost our G.P.  Quick tale.  She was in practice with a Dr. who owned the practice.  He was in the hospital at the same time as my sister. He died shortly after she went into rehab.  His family is fighting over the business and the building.  So our G.P. doesn't exist right now.

     I knew her though.  She'd probably tell me to go the the E.R.  I even considered calling my cardiologist office. But thought twice.

t.b.c.