the thin line between optimism and delusion…

    I woke up Saturday morning and I felt awful.  And I mean awful.  I attributed this to having drank too many beers friday night.  But I had to get out of bed, at least long enough to climb into bed with Katie so we could buy Dolly Parton tickets.  She is coming to birmingham, and Katie moved to birmingham yesterday and abandoned me, but at least we get to go see Dolly.  I really, really, really love Dolly.  She is awesome and my hero since I was 4 years old. 
    So I get out of bed, and I feel terrible.  Katie and I decide that maybe we should eat something and we might feel better.  We go to zaxby’s, and it was miserable, because zaxby’s is really close to our house, and my car didn’t really have time to cool off before we got there, and my car has a hard time cooling off when it is sitting still, and the sun was beating down on us, and we thought we were going to die.  Once we get our big drinks and our chicken finger plates, we drive home, sweating. 
    As it turns out, I actually felt too bad to eat my zaxby’s.  Anyone that knows me very well, knows that my illness was very serious if I couldn’t even choke down some zaxby’s.  I couldn’t eat anything.  Watching people on tv eat anything even grosses me out.  So I start really thinking about how much I drank last night.  And I realize that there is no way that I drank enough to feel as bad as I am feeling, in addition, I don’t have a headache, or any real symptoms, I just feel like I am going to die.  Plus, my supposed hang over is getting worse, not better. 
    Turns out I have a fever.  When I finally checked it late in the day, it was over 101 degrees.  I haven’t had a fever in years.  Let me tell you, having a fever is no joke, it really puts you out of commission.  It was all I could do to climb back up the steps and get into bed.  I didn’t go back downstairs until sunday afternoon, and then only briefly before getting back into bed. 
    Luckily, my parents were in town, and Katie was packing, so they both took good care of me.   Of course, my mom comes three steps into my room and says, I’m not going to get any closer, because I don’t want whatever you have.  I was like, thanks mom, that is so loving of you.  But she did bring me chicken noodle soup, which really is just feel good food.  I couldn’t eat it until sunday afternoon, but it did make me feel better. 
    Mama also rented me a season of CSI, which I haven’t ever really watched, but I enjoyed it.  And I got a lot of sleep, and I am feeling much better today, which is good, because I was going to lose it if I had to lay in bed anymore.  I was getting quite bored. 

I think a lot of people are getting sick right now.  Anyone else not feeling well?  Anyone?  Anyone?