Affliction

The aches on Friday weren't just tiredness from working out too much. They were the initial signs that my body was going into full-on revolt against my current lifestyle generally, to wit, running ragged from dawn to dusk and getting no more than 3 hours of sleep per night.

So first I was achy. Then I was cold. Like, a bone-chilling, horrible cold that I couldn't shake no matter how many layers I put on and how many blankets I snuggled under. At one point I was wearing a short sleeved shirt, a long sleeved shirt, a fleece pullover and a wool sweater, in addition to two pairs of pajama bottoms, and I was under a down comforter, and I was freezing.

That began the cycle of freezing - roasting - sweating-off-a-fever that I started going through every 5 hours or so, and have been in ever since. Then the sore throat came on. Then the fever blister on my lip. Then the sinus problems. Then I started having other problems too disgusting to talk about, but suffice it to say that I have to have a follow-up with a proctologist. I've been to the doctor twice, I wake up with my clothes soaked with sweat every night, and I'm completely exhausted, not to mention completely disgusting to everyone except my children, who don't know any better.

Oh, and a snowstorm is hitting, so Jason is stuck in Vail.

The light at the end of the tunnel is that my parents have taken pity on me and are coming into town this weekend to take care of me and my children. Thank God for Mom and Dad.