Bleeehhhh
It's been a week and a half now since I started feeling sick. Don't worry, I'm not dead. We used to live out by the intersection where the accident happened and one of our old neighbors drove a blue Dodge Durango. Hopefully they're OK. Regardless, this is a tragedy that my words surely cannot help.
We did make a trip to the Emergency Room on Thursday night (which also happened to be Julie's birthday). We decided to go to the ER because my fever hit 105 and we figured the ER could tell us something about my affliction. After CAT Scans and a spinal tap (among other things), they came to the same conclusion as my doctor on Monday - "some kind of virus, hopefully you'll get better in a week or two." The good news is it's not Menengitis, Mono or West Nile. Wednesday and Thursday of last week were the worst - where I spent pretty much all day in bed. If I was awake, I had a dull-throbbing headache and a fever.
The pain isn't too bad, but the body aches and brain-cloudiness are enough to keep me from working or wanting to do anything. I'm expecting that I'll simply wake up one day and I'll just feel better. I can't wait - I'm tired of having 2-3 fevers per day. I also feel like my todo list is just getting longer with my lack of productivity. Oh well, I'm sure there are some parts of my body that are enjoying the lack of stress.