So, I always claim I am blogging as a journal, but I've come to realize that I tend to only record the good things (that I have nice photographs of). Its time for a truth telling...
I had a terrible weekend. It was supposed to be 5 fun, relaxing, great days with Eric and the babies. Not to mention a really good Thanksgiving dinner. Early Thanksgiving day I got these insane chills, accompanied by a 101.7 temp. I have never felt so terrible in my life. My fever broke just in time for me to sweat my way through what was I'm sure a really good dinner. Sweating profusely in front of people you don't know very well is awesome.
Friday brought on a trip to the Instacare, of course there was no temperature in sight, so the doc told me to take a tylenol and sent me packing. To make a tedious story short, the rest of the weekend followed this pattern: intense chills & fever, fever breaks, horrible sweating. All of this was accompanied by guilt for sleeping 18-20 hours per day, leaving Eric alone with both babies.
Yesterday I still felt yucky, but seemed to be ok. Until last night, the fever hit again. I still have no idea what's wrong with me, and I hate it. Since its too early to call the doctor, I figured a blog was in order.