Sometimes it’s not good to be too hot!

Yesterday morning I felt fantastic.  I made me realise that even when I felt better last week I was a way from the usual me.  And then yesterday afternoon  I wilted again.  It didn’t help that I was typing a HUGE homebuyer survey report by a really boring sounding surveyor (think highly successful alternative career making tapes for insomniacs).  I awoke several times to this sort of thing…

In a proppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp

There were high dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Seriously!  Not good.  And because this time of year can be quite quiet I was thrilled to pick up such a big job – obviously every other typist knew something I didn’t.  The general lack of enthusiasm, on both parts I think, was compounded by the surveyor changing his mind about things and in my 10 years of working for a surveyors typing or otherwise, I have never heard the word ‘verticality’ used – in relation to chimneys or anything else.

When I took my temperature when I clocked off, guess what, it was a tad high 37.8 but I felt pretty blah.  As the report had taken me 20 minutes over my working hours I was having to work an additional 30 minutes anyway because of an appointment with my acupuncturist things in the kitchen were hotting up too by 18:50.  With B working nights we can’t exactly be too flexible with tea time so B had started tea – not a tea he normally does on his own.  Anyhoo I surprised him by getting it done by 19:15 and we had tea – my appetite was fine and then I nodded off on the settee until B went to work.  My temp hadn’t settled and I decided to have a bath – I then proceeded to nod off in the bath from 20:30 until 22:00.  Fortunately we have a talking Simpsons clock in the kitchen and I’d left the light on (it doesn’t work in the dark) so I was awakened from my slumber at 21:00 and subsequently 22:00, at which point I dragged myself out of the bath.

Now normally if I’m in the bath any length of time I’m reading so the extreme wrinkled state in which I found my hands was something to behold.  An hour later when I went to bed they were still wrinkly.  It’s just as well I haven’t activated fingerprint recognition on the laptop or I’d have been stuck.

Today I should have gone for my second revaccination but when I phoned the nurse said to book it for next week as this morning my temp was not back to 37 and I felt ropy.  I did feel better by lunch time and although tired now I’m not sleepy or exhausted.  B had been relieved since he got up that my temperature had stabilised and this afternoon actually went back to 37 then just after I clocked off work I felt really warm and it was 38.7.  When I told B he suggested I may not have been reading it correctly.  So I showed him the thermometer which still said 38.7 and he nodded sagely and then, approximately half an hour later this being, I took it again so he could witness the whole high temp thing – it was 37!

At this exact moment 09:01 it’s 38.1.  I think I’m going to make an appointment with our GP tomorrow and I already have one booked with the dentist as the back of my mouth, definitely not tooth, possibly jaw has become a bit sore and I’m wondering if this is the source of the infection.  And no, Ruth I didn’t get a leaflet when I changed to Zometa I forgot to ask for one despite you mentioning it but I have now printed off the information from Myeloma UK.

I seriously think I may be turning into a hypochondriac but then again you can never be too careful.

On the crafting front which has been decidedly small over the past two weeks I’ve made one Buddy, a pair of mittens (which I can’t show because they were ordered) and my worm got a tad fatter…

although it may have to go on a diet as I think I went wrong and all the blocking in the world ain’t gonna fix it.  The sides, which somehow the camera missed, are not as straight as they should be.  Doh!