I'm running a temperature of 102.1F or 39.44C but I feel cold.
I have a cold. My body seems to be reacting to the stress of last weekend, so I'm not in a very bloggy mood, if you get my drift. My mind just isn't working all that well. Maybe I picked up something at the hospital.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I just want to go back to bed.
At 6:23 a.m. on Tuesday morning, I sent my editor the following message, with the subject line – Posting for this week...
"We are back home. Marty is fine, now. He spent two days and nights in a room in North York General after spending 20 hours on a stretcher in the ER.
"I'm going to post on what fear – and exhaustion – did to me. They were testing him for stroke, which he did not have, thank goodness. There have been some interesting comments on my last post because I really made a mistake I shouldn't have made in my Friday post. They're not up yet, but should be sometime today.
"Also, the 'wholism' of health – mental and physical and spiritual health. That's my plan.
"Not sure when. Teaching at 8 a.m. and leaving here in about 30 minutes.
"Will be back and then writing. We're both going to Weight Watchers tonight at 5:30 p.m."
It all seemed so positive as a new day began.
Well, it didn't work out that way. At all. After I came home from my class, I wasn't feeling well and decided to take a nap. Awoke four hours later burning up. My temperature was soaring.
We took a pass on Weight Watchers and I couldn't even think about writing this post. I guess all the stress of the weekend and lack of sleep was catching up with me. So much for writing about health.
I slept fitfully all night. Drinking what seemed like gallons of water and tea. My nose was running. Throat burning. Today, the same.
Please forgive me, but I'll be back when I feel like myself.