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As you all knew, I was taking care of and looking after Lisa to the best of my ability while she's been in the hospital for emergency surgery. Unfortunately, I fell down at my job on Sunday. I think it was Sunday; my sense of when things happened this weekend is fuzzy.
I was with her in her room when I noticed I was feeling a bit chilly. Then I was feeling really chilly. And a little nauseous. And I had slight case of the runs. Lisa suggested that it might be a good idea for me to leave and go back to her place. If I was sick, but would be unwise to be around her, or anyone else in the hospital who might be in compromised states. I had to agree, and packed up to walk the two blocks back to her apartment.
By the time I got there, I would not have been able to make the walk if I had to start again. In fact, I shortly found myself alternating between lying in a shivering heap on her bed under a down comforter and lying on the floor of her slightly warmer bathroom for twenty minute spans hoping I'd either start feeling better or throw up. Finally the latter occurred, and that helped settle my innards, though it was still impossible for me to get warm.
I think Lisa coordinated with Danae who came over to get me and bring me back to her place in Evanston. Again, they decided I shouldn't be around a post-surgery Lisa while sick. The ride over was a very very cold one. Despite Danae lending me her big heavy coat to wear on top of my own jacket, I was so very cold. My brain wasn't working well enough to figure out Lisa's thermometer, but Danae determined I was running a 100.2 fever.
So I've been here in Evanston for the last couple days, while Danae ensured that I had liquids to drink and easy foods to eat like chicken noodle soup and crackers. We watched a couple of Star Trek movies (as she put it, I was finally able to guilt her into them *grins*) and I've lost track of the number of episodes of Numbers I've watched while she sat on the other end of the couch, working. I've having a little trouble eating, and have expelled nothing but liquids for a couple days now, but I think I'm finally on the mend. Tomorrow I'm planning to make the drive back to Kenosha and maybe eat something real, if I'm feeling ambitious.
Danae has been the epitome of awesome girlfriend. I cannot begin to enumerate all the ways, both big and small, she's been a comfort and a companion. Thank you love!
It's been odd being sick. I honestly can't remember the lats time I was notably sick. I think it's been years. It's also odd to be sick and not have the sore throat and runny nose I usually get; it's kind of novel. And despite the nausea, which is also very novel to me, I think I prefer this version. Sore throats suck.
So that's where I'm at. I still feel rather badly about not being able to be with Lisa as she recovers, but at least her mother arrived today so she's not dealing with the hospital alone.
I was with her in her room when I noticed I was feeling a bit chilly. Then I was feeling really chilly. And a little nauseous. And I had slight case of the runs. Lisa suggested that it might be a good idea for me to leave and go back to her place. If I was sick, but would be unwise to be around her, or anyone else in the hospital who might be in compromised states. I had to agree, and packed up to walk the two blocks back to her apartment.
By the time I got there, I would not have been able to make the walk if I had to start again. In fact, I shortly found myself alternating between lying in a shivering heap on her bed under a down comforter and lying on the floor of her slightly warmer bathroom for twenty minute spans hoping I'd either start feeling better or throw up. Finally the latter occurred, and that helped settle my innards, though it was still impossible for me to get warm.
I think Lisa coordinated with Danae who came over to get me and bring me back to her place in Evanston. Again, they decided I shouldn't be around a post-surgery Lisa while sick. The ride over was a very very cold one. Despite Danae lending me her big heavy coat to wear on top of my own jacket, I was so very cold. My brain wasn't working well enough to figure out Lisa's thermometer, but Danae determined I was running a 100.2 fever.
So I've been here in Evanston for the last couple days, while Danae ensured that I had liquids to drink and easy foods to eat like chicken noodle soup and crackers. We watched a couple of Star Trek movies (as she put it, I was finally able to guilt her into them *grins*) and I've lost track of the number of episodes of Numbers I've watched while she sat on the other end of the couch, working. I've having a little trouble eating, and have expelled nothing but liquids for a couple days now, but I think I'm finally on the mend. Tomorrow I'm planning to make the drive back to Kenosha and maybe eat something real, if I'm feeling ambitious.
Danae has been the epitome of awesome girlfriend. I cannot begin to enumerate all the ways, both big and small, she's been a comfort and a companion. Thank you love!
It's been odd being sick. I honestly can't remember the lats time I was notably sick. I think it's been years. It's also odd to be sick and not have the sore throat and runny nose I usually get; it's kind of novel. And despite the nausea, which is also very novel to me, I think I prefer this version. Sore throats suck.
So that's where I'm at. I still feel rather badly about not being able to be with Lisa as she recovers, but at least her mother arrived today so she's not dealing with the hospital alone.
