Illness Update

As previously noted, I got really sick on Sunday. Here is an update/summary of the days since:

• Monday - I ate little, slept off & on, and read "Nor Crystal Tears" cover to cover before falling asleep before 10 pm.
• Tuesday - We got 8 inches of snow overnight, and then it turned to freezing rain. I didn't have any energy to shovel, so I didn't. Jean Marie brought me aspirin which helped me by leaps and bounds. The mailman dropped off "Surfer" and "National Geographic", but my brain was still too sore for any combination of both words and pictures. I had bacon sandwiches for supper just to get some meat into my stomach. More reading and sleeping. I vegged in front of the tv until midnight though, but fell asleep almost instantly thereafter.
• Today - After spending all night getting up to go to the bathroom every two or three hours, I finally got out of bed at nine. I read most of the day; went outside to shovel out my stoop and my car; managed to eat a small steak with fresh mushrooms and broccoli; and Ma made my week when she came by around 3 pm to drop off regular aspirin, cranberry juice, ginger ale, pretzels, tangerines, and a few other things to speed my recovery. Moms are the best.

My headache is nearly gone. The frequent urination is driving me nuts. And for some reason, my intake of coffee has dwindled fourfold to two normal-sized cups per day. I bet I've lost several pounds!

Coincidence?

Yesterday evening, sometime during the Patriots' inexplicable loss to the Jets, my head began to pound. Since I haven't really been around too many humans this week (and no close contact), I can only think of one cause: the scallops.

My head hurt so much that I wound up going to bed just after ten pm, which is unheard of unless I have to get up super early for a vacation departure. I tried to read for a bit, but gave it up as futile, and fell asleep. I had so many bizarre dreams! I was writing a book from 3 different points of view, and each dream snippet was one of the characters taking his/her turn. I wish I'd been able to transmit it to paper, because I just remember waking up and rolling over a lot, and each time I did, a new chapter began.

I was hot all night, but my skin was cool. My head kept pounding anytime my consciousness arose from sleep. And I felt miserable, all while my brain was writing that damned book. I woke up at 8 when my alarm went off, I had cereal and orange juice, and the thought of the tv made my head hurt even more, so I went to my bed to read in silence. I wound up falling asleep again, and it was more of the same, though the story was too far down in my consciousness, and wasn't as vibrant. I got up at 12:30, did the dishes (the house was still pretty rank with the odor of bad fish), made coffee, and things are slowly getting back to normal, though I still have a pretty steady (if not as severe) throbbing going on. Hopefully it works its way out of my system by tomorrow morning, because this really sucks.