Ever Watch Survivor? Remember Rupert? The episode where he made a skirt out of literally a bed sheet.
I never thought I would feel the need to thank him for anything, but as I sit here in my sheet skirt, I’m appreciative for his creativity. I was feeling as if I was on fire so off went my pants & on went the bed sheet. My fever is 102 with 4 Ibuprofen in me. Today, I took my husband and I to Doctors Care. My husband told me it felt like someone was scooping out his eye with a spoon when he woke up. I knew it was a sure thing we were going. We both have this scratchy hot cough, chills, and are basically about to look up a DIY on how to make each others caskets. Apparently, we have a virus that can only be treated by basically waiting it out. We got prescribed cough medicine and numbing mouth wash to help. I’m waiting till last minute to take mine because I am so resistant to medications.
Of course, of all times, we would be out of ice. I literally went digging in the freezer to find a block of ice towards the bottom. I probably looked like Big Foot attacking its prey by the way I slammed the ice chunk into the corner of the freezer to break it up. I now, finally have a cup of ice water…. and a sheet skirt. If you ever have fever, seriously, get a soft bedroom flat sheet and tie it around you. I felt a lot better. Jeremy may want to try it out.
For a long time I have claimed myself to be a non judgemental person. I like the way it sounds and I absolutely hate the feeling of being judged harshly. To say I’m not judgemental though means two things: 1. I became a Saint at some point when I was in a comma. 2. I’m a hypocrite. I’m coming to a place where I am realizing that there is a time it is ok to judge and a time not too. Basically, if I can sleep at the end of the night, I’m in the clear. Without judging books could not be written, doctors could not care for patients, and there would be no compassion. Feeling is a huge part of judgement. I will admit, I’ve always felt too strongly about everything. It is my greatest asset and worst enemy.
On that note, here comes another judemental story about how the doctors office went today. A woman came into the office a while after we had been sitting there & sat across from us. We did have those blue coughing masks on to protect others from us. She asked loudly if we were protecting ourselves from the Coronavirus. My response was basically, we are sick. We have a cough. To set the story up for you, my husband and I were the only ones in the waiting room. We could clearly hear her. Yet, I think she thought she was on stage with the way she went on about the weather. This lead into telling us that we probably got sick from our kids (non existent). She explained this is how her siblings always got sick. My lack of responses were probably boring her greatly. Finally, she stood up and announced we sounded way sicker than her and that she was moving across the room. Thank God for small miracles. I typed on my phone notepad “people here are crazy” and showed it to Jeremy. To which he gave a definite nod.
I don’t think my husband and I have ever been THIS miserable together at one time. Due to germs, I bought an expensive CVS Lysol spray and sprayed down the house. Also, all the pillowcases were changed, blankets put into the laundry room, and cough drops set within reach. He turned on my humidifier in the bedroom. My hope was that we could stay apart to try to fight this sickness off. He was set up on the couch and I in the bedroom. That worked for a day and then tonight, we gave it up. Him and I were both very chilled, weak, and in need of comfort. I’m sure we are infected with the same virus so hopefully, it will not matter. If nothing else, we will probably sleep better tonight.
I’m ending here after a very sickly gray day here in Fort Mill, SC. Hopefully tomorrow will be better & brighter in a lot of ways.
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