Well, I don't know if I should hastily go throwing around the word "good." But after having a fever for 24 hours, I am just now appreciating what life was like before (and what it is like after) having a miserable, aching, head feels like a bowling ball attached to a string fever. It feels pretty good by comparison. I can say with certainty that feeling good definitely feels better than feeling bad.
I spent all day nursing the fever but wanted to avoid taking anything for it, as in Tylenol or Ibuprofen. Fever is the body's way of kicking into high gear to battle some kind of infection, so I was gonna bear with it and let it do its thing.
It sure shut me down for a while, though. My brain was scrambled, and I couldn't even enjoy TV or sleep properly. It was like all kinds of short circuits were happening in my head. A thought would come in and get thrown in the blender before I could even process it.
After a night of sweating and drinking water (and getting up to eat a snack), I awoke feeling much better. As I was putting away my ritual sleep jewelry (some habits don't stop even for a fever), I asked the Magic 8 Ball a question:
"Boopie, do you still love me?"
I've been doing this off and on for a few weeks, and I've gotten positive responses, or at least not negative ones, every time. I'm a kook, I know.
"It is decidedly so!" the Magic 8 Ball affirmed.
As I was thanking her for whatever part she played in my recovery, and for still loving me, I glanced over at the LED on the Christmas strand. It had been off for a week, but now it was bright and strong. I don't know if it's her in a scientific and for sure way, but I'm gonna take it and run with it. It makes me feel better if I think she's popping in on me now and then.
As little as I normally get done in a day, I'm gonna have to take it easy and not try to even bounce back to that routine too quickly. I'll just relish the feeling of not feeling like total crap and see what kinds of little things I can do in the course of a day.
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