I have the flu.
Ain’t that a bitch?
It started Saturday night. I woke up shivering and hot. And I knew. Took my temp: 102.5. Yikes! Of course, the pain, the agony, the sheer exhaustion of having the flu, on top of having to take care of the Pookah was sheer agony. C-Dub, in all his ” you will be alright you just have a fever” attitude, left me ALONE with the Pookah while my temp was steadily climbing so he could take care of some “business.”
Evidently, he missed the dirty look I gave him when he mentioned it. He could of at least taken the Pookah with him.
I was sooooo hot, Pookah was getting sooo hot next to me, my milk wouldn’t let down for him, and he was frustrated and crying and I started crying. By the time C-Dub got home 3 hours later, I was so over it. I cursed him out and said something to the effect that he wasn’t there when I needed him, and handed him the baby. Properly chaistised, he fed him some pumped milk I had and kept his own child for the next few hours. I finally got myself to the walk in clinic when my temp hit 103.2 . That scared even me.
The final diagnosis was a viral infection/the flu. But not H1N1.
Of course, then C-Dub got “sick” too. Hmp.
What the fuck ever. His temp was 100.1. Briefly. And he had a cough. A slight cough.
You would have thought the world had ended. He took to his bed, and has been useless ever since.
Thank God I had the foresight to ask my mom to come up. Otherwise, I would have been stuck taking care of not only Pookah, but myself and C-Dub. At least with my mother here, I get a break and someone is actually cooking homemade chicken noodle soup.
And thankfully, this just happened to be the week that Pookah decided to start sleeping better. He woke up once last night!!! The miracle blanket is truly a miracle!!!!
Pookah was the only well one in the house, but just a little while ago, I noticed he had a slight temp of 99.9………..
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