Again, I Am Sick

Wednesday was a productive day of spring cleaning, although I spent it with the stuffy nose to end stuffy noses. My nose was completely out of commission the entire day, so I was mouth breathing. I took meds to unswell my nasal passages so I could breathe properly, but nothing happened.

This morning I woke up and slammed back down again. Sick? Sure felt like it. My temp was 102. Sick. (Yes, G. I know. I’m sick a lot. I’m going to ask my doctor about it tomorrow, because now it’s starting to scare me.)

I have a theory that it was severe dehydration. This is TMI, but every time I blew my nose (often, about 20 times an hour) it was extremely watery. Plus, the mouth breathing dried me out, too, and the combo of these things for a full day got me sick and fevered. I tried to keep up with drinking water, but I know I didn’t do a good job.

I dreamt of horrible things all day, fever dreams are the worst. My bed was a rotating mix of canine companions. They all got baths yesterday, so I didn’t mind them on my newly cleaned sheets. My favorite was when Leeloo curled up with her back to mine, and we slept for hours spine to spine. Matty rested his gigantic head on my hip, and Tino draped himself over various body parts of mine: my feet, then my arm, and finally my tummy until I rolled over and dumped him off.

It was a nice day, and I had the window open. I could hear city sounds, and they were comforting: traffic in the distance, a baby crying, a dog barking, my neighbors chatting in the yard. The sky went from bright blue to light blue to gray blue to navy to black. Rob bought us milkshakes from the chicken place on the corner and we drank them in bed. He brought me water continuously. I think he is going to have to record the intro for today’s Hey Brooklyn. I don’t think I can.