Remember that song: Fever! In the morning, and fever all through the night….. I know it was talking about a whole different kind of fever but this is what has been going through my delirious brain over the last few days, over and over again, along with strange, disconnected thoughts.
Friday afternoon, hubby came home early. He said he wasn’t feeling well. Half his office had been decimated by the flu over the last week, and he suspected that he had gotten it. I went to work and shortly thereafter received a message: Fever. I laughed, for some reason completely and utterly convinced I would be immune somehow. Oh now he will complain, I thought, just like all men.
I made my plans for the weekend and went merrily home.
The night was long, as hubby had a high fever and tossed and turned and coughed all night long. Saturday morning I got up and did the groceries and some other stuff around the house, the ah-choo! Hmm…. half an hour later ah-choo! Uh-oh.
By that afternoon, I was hacking and coughing just as bad as hubby. Thankfully I had made a big batch of chicken soup for hubby, and enjoyed its delicious benefits with him.
I don’t remember much of yesterday as I was delirious most of the day, I think I spent most of it in bed, sweating profusely, and sleeping.
Today, the fever has gone down by one degree. And I feel like a new person. Maybe it’s also because I’m drugged up like crazy. God bless Tachipirina.
Also, I will never make fun of hubby and his deliriousness again.