I hate being sick. Or what I can assume is being sick. Wednesday, I had an appointment with the Neurologist, to follow up on this medication I've been taking for nerve pain.. she decided to jump me up from one pill a day to two, gave me a free sample bottle, and that night I took the dose. Now, I sort of took a big jump from one to two pills, because I wasn't taking the pills as prescribed up until that point- I'd been working off her last sample bottle, over a month and a half's time since the last appointment, and had skipped days here and there (generally not on purpose), cut pills in half, etc.. just to stretch them out. I know you're shaking your head, but I was thinking she would tell me to ditch this med anyway, as I'd been worried it was making me lose too much weight (which is one of the side effects). But since it has actually helped me, and she doesn't feel I've lost more than 5%? or something like that of my body weight, it's all good. So..

Thursday morning, I took Matthew to school. Almost immediately after that it seemed like I was freezing my ass off. It was cold anyway, but I could not get warm to save my life. My bones hurt. This went on til Sunday night, or so. I had a fever off and on, as high as 103 at some point, and I have a rash on my stomach I think caused by the fever?. I did feel nauseous, and there were a couple incidents where I ran to the bathroom for other issues, but other than that, no real "sick" problems. If I breathe in, my chest does't like it. I have to cough. But it isn't like I have a cold or anything. So I don't know if this was the flu or some weird reaction to the extra does of meds or what. That being said, David stayed home yesterday because he spent the entire night before that in the bathroom, and Matthew has definitely been grossing us out since about Saturday afternoon. Lauren is the lucky one. Although I almost wish she'd get sick so she'd stop asking me to play with her. I could be on my death bed and she'd stuff a doll or pony in my hand and force me to use it.