I don't know who was driving that truck that hit me...

I feel as though I am hearing things through an old fashioned megaphone, my eyes ache and my bones are full of creaks and groans that are scary. Mac keeps asking me how I feel. "How you feeling hon?" Casting my eyes sideways, I grunt something about getting up, making the attempt and then collapsing back upon pillows and pull the covers up to my ears again to hold in the shivers. I haven't run a fever in years.

I'm never sick. Ever. Oh I have my bouts with the RA (and knock on wood even that is getting to be infrequent occurrences) but for the most part I'm healthy as a horse. As far as I know, I don't have any allergies that could threaten life and limb, lucky girl me. I do however, have a need for half way decent air and if the air is stagnant, it makes me cough after being out in it. So what's wrong with me? I forgot that when the temperature is 99 and the heat index is about 72 that you really shouldn't be out in it if you can help it. Well, I had a birthday party to attend, so I couldn't help it. When it finally reached the point where sitting with my head down instead of cheering on the young folks trying to break open the paper mache' guitar filled with candy, I really should have paid attention.

So, for the past few days I have been lounging on the sofa, listening to the news till I got so depressed that I finally just went back to bed. I mean, really. Cloning puppies was one of the top stories of the day and this in a world where millions of animals are destroyed yearly because they can't get a home. And to top it off, the cloned ones were pit bulls. I guess when that little nugget of info was dropped I must have snickered because Mac said, "must not live around here...all they'd have to do would be ride down the road, open the door and call out and they'd be jumping right in. If they don't kill you before you get home, could be a nice pet." Okay, so that really got me into a coughing fit of laughter and that was when I made my apologies and headed back for the inner sanctum. That was Monday. Tuesday I noticed that Arial, my little blogging buddy, was looking worse than I felt and opted to take her to the Vet. The news is so not good that we'll leave that for another day altogether.
...but we came home and both climbed into bed. At this point I am not sure how you would describe how I look and feel but warmed over death comes to mind... My temperature went up to 102 but the chills I was having was the first time I'd been cool since Saturday so I just let the fever take me. Ah, bliss...the very idea of cuddling under a blanket and actually longing to get warm is a sensation so close to heaven it is hard to describe. Today, though I still have no appetite, I at least feel good enough to sit up and take a little broth...and tea. I've been in here for about ten minutes and haven't slid to the floor yet. Yet. So, right now I'm going to wind this up. I promise I'll be catching up with you all soon...may not be my normally witty self, but you'll forgive me...