First I Was Homesick. Now I'm Home, Sick.

I got back from my 25-day stint in Maine this past Thursday, and then Friday I started feeling poorly. For the first couple of days I just thought that it was the usual "returning to Waco crud" with my allergies hitting me hard, but then I started running a low-grade fever on Saturday, and I didn't think that a fever was normally associated with allergies (I never get sick and I deny having allergies, so I don't really know what normally comes along with them). I still went to church on Sunday and then to work Monday morning because I had things that I had to get done, but I left work at lunchtime on Monday because I was just feeling crappy. By about 5:00 on Monday, my fever had spiked to about 102 (I know I'm hot, but that's just ridiculous). I've always had the mindset that I don't really NEED to go to the doctor for a fever unless it gets over 101, so this meant that I was going to the doctor (and missing another day of work).

I woke up Tuesday with a normal temperature that soon returned back to the "low-grade" range of 99-100 degrees. I guess the kid that's still in me wants to run a fever so that I have evidence as to why I should skip work (even though I don't need a reason to skip work), but after a few days of being quarantined from the rest of the world, I wanted to get better. So, I made a doctor's appointment, and found out that I have "flu-like symptoms", in the words of my doctor. He also said that there was nothing we could do to fight the illness; all we could do was fight the symptoms. And I was also potentially contagious until my fever disappeared. Dangit. So, I'm skipping work again on Wednesday to rest up and try to get better so that I can hopefully return to my normal life at home. If I'm able to go to work on Thursday and Friday, then I would have worked a total of two days in my first week back from a 3.5 week business trip, filled with 60-hour work weeks. I guess being sick isn't all bad.