Slept all night with the usual interruptions. ("Stay hydrated!" Getting degree-of-difficulty points on that one.) Got up, fed cats, temperature spiked and I went back to bed, out like a light; woke up a couple hours later, fed myself, got the nasty sweats and became horizontal likewise for a few hours more. Took the multi-symptom cough syrup instead of the suppressant that makes me dizzy.
Noon-thirty, I woke again and didn't feel as lousy. Unloaded/reloaded the dishwasher, felt short of breath and hot, and sat down for a bit. Rustled a little lunch when I felt better -- microwave tomato soup, crackers and coffee -- and ate it slowly. Overheated again but not as bad; relaxed 'til I felt chilly and did a major cat-litterbox change to everyone's relief, and yeah, my temperature spiked and I fell to panting, but I slowed down and kept moving and finished.
I think I'm on the mend. It's about time. That frikkin' pea under the mattress is getting on my last nerve. Don't know if I'll be out of the house any today, Tam may get delivery pizza as a welcome-home dinner and perhaps that would be best anyway, but things are looking up.
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