Simultaneous sickness is not conducive to anything positive. Mi novia got absolutely no sleep last night and most of the past several nights. I, on the other hand, have done almost nothing but sleep or vegetate in bed for the last several days. Three days ago, we ordered a pizza for delivery because neither of us had the energy to make anything to eat. Under normal conditions, we would have consumed the whole thing within hours of delivery. Today, the remaining three pieces sit in the fridge. Our appetites have disappeared into the ether. While that has some appeal, the way it is taking place is completely unacceptable.
Last night, my temperature was 102.9°F. I felt like my hair was on fire. But the drugs calm the flames, albeit only mildly. I have one more hour before I can take another two acetaminophen tablets; they take at least an hour (usually more) to ease my splitting headache and then lose their potency after another three hours. So, I can take tablets every six hours for, at best, four hours of moderate relief. Cripe! I do not have the strength to see a doctor today. If I don’t feel even moderately better tomorrow, I will give the office a call and beg for something that works better than the tablets I’ve been taking; morphine might do the trick.
Enough of this. Back to bed and, I hope, quickly to sleep so I can forget the headache until it’s time to take another dose.