I've spent the last two and a half days in bed almost the entire day. I'm talking no more than say an hour and a half outside of it either day and that was primarily to go to the restroom (I mostly ate in bed). I was wrasslin' with a 103.2 fever Wednesday which slid down to a 102.7 Thursday and I thought I was all better. Well it hopped up to a 104 and I figured I should head to the hospital. I did. They didn't know exactly what was wrong other than that I was sick and they prescribed me penicillin and vicodin. I woke up at 5:30 today having had a terrible night sleep because there are no redeeming characteristics to painkillers when it comes time to fall asleep - they just make you restless. I should have just dealt with my pain last night since now I just feel like a complete lack of rest.
Right now I'm at 98.6 degrees.
There is a writer named Mortimer Adler who was in charge of compiling 'The Paideia Proposal: An Educational Manifesto' in 1982. He believed that at that point everyone should be taught certain things (how to cook and feed themselves, how to change their oil in a car and tires on a car). Small-ish, very-learnable things that would make everyone's lives a bit easier. Things that we really have no excuse for not being taught by someone while we are growing up because they are not specifically difficult tasks. I wish someone had taken time during health class to teach me more about the human body than what puberty means because it's freakin' me out that my temperature is changing more than six degrees in three days.
Most of the time a terrible fever would not make me want to avoid the outdoors as I have always felt that they make me feel better when I'm either physically or emotionally down. Alas, I sat outside in the sun yesterday, or it must have been the day before, and I thought I was going to freeze to death even though it was probably in the high 50's. How feeble.
When sickly things can certainly seem accentuated and the love I feel for me most certainly is. What sort of amazing woman am I with who will willingly do whatever she can to try to make me feel better (including imitate my mom's standard sick-Andy meal from back in the day; white rice in soup, ice cream, ginger ale - healthy). I am so wildly in love it is just about indescribable.
If you pay attention to this site at all on a regular basis (and thanks to Analytics from Google I know how many of you do - no small number, thanks!) you will have noticed that I temporarily tried out some advertising through Google on the side of this site. Wasn't that ugly as all get out? Yes, yes it was. I guess I thought it would be nice to potentially earn even the smallest amount of money for something I love so much (I mean I already get paid for teaching, next they'll tell me that I'm going to get paid for eating and being in love...) - that is, until I realized just how scummy it looks. I hope you will accept my apology for even considering this shoddy form of advertising and although I would love to be able to make a little bit of scratch from the effort I put into this, it is payment enough just knowing you all are reading it.
Thank you.