But What A Cold It Is

     Holy cow, what a cold.  I was pretty puny yesterday, temperature up and down, fuzzy-headed, but I managed to make a nice breakfast omelet, and much later, heat up some chicken soup for supper.

     The fun started when I went to bed.  I hit the hay early and alternated between freezing, burning up, having to clear my sinuses so I could breathe and needing to tinkle.  Along about two this morning, I woke up soaking with sweat and feeling an urgent need to head down the hall -- if only I could remember which way to turn!  It's literally five steps from my room to the smallest room.  It should not be a challenge.

     Once there, unfastening the fluffy robe I had fallen asleep wearing over a flannel nightgown was almost too difficult to do: two simple shoelace-type bows, pull on a free end and knot falls apart.  I finally figured it out.  It was about that point when I realized I had a dangerously high temperature.  But hey, no hallucinations, so still okay.  Just a quart low on brains.  I managed to take care of what needed taking care of, including swapping the sweat-wet nightgown for a dry one, and made it back to bed.  The next time I woke, I felt more clear-headed than I had in some time.

     Clear-headed but beat up and dragged through a knothole: I hurt all over.  I still do.  I was awake and asleep several times, and the last time I started feeling overheated, I got out the thermometer: 99.5°F.  No telling how high it was earlier except I start seeing things around 104, so it never got that high.

     This is a lousy cold.