There is an old saying that says “no good deed goes unpunished”.
I, unfortunately, am a perfect example of this very thing.
I had a post the other day about filling the trash can with water, and all of the exercise I got in doing thus. I was tired afterwards, as anyone could imagine, however, the worst was yet to come.
That night I developed a fever, and chills such as I have not had the opportunity to experience in awhile.
I went to bed around 11:00pm, with the assistance of Benadryl and Ibuprofen, but was too warm for the comforter. Instead, I covered with the flannel top sheet, and the wool blanket, both folded in half. Even those were almost too much.
I woke up, sometime in the wee hours of the morning, frozen solid, in a semi fetal position. Fortunately, I wasn’t using the comforter, so I was able to cover myself with that. After what seemed like hours, I was able to straighten out, then figure out, I was not well.
Before sunrise, the coughing started. My chest felt like I was breathing through sandpaper. All of the muscles in my upper back, and chest were cramped, and painful. I downed more Ibuprofen, covered up, and tried to sleep. Between the coughing, the headache, and the muscle aches I was able to sleep for a bit.
Well, folks, that was 4 days ago. I was in bed for most of the next 2 days, up most of yesterday, knitting my shawl, and am much better today. I am going home with Ivan, and Jesús, however, when they come here today. It is so cold, and I am no where even close to being prepared for it this time.
I am not at all keen about going back to the city as life here is very relaxing, and more to my preferred way of living. However, life goes on, does it not?
Stay happy, healthy, and safe. Wash, cover, and protect yourselves.