I came home from work early today on the verge of a headache and a bit nauseaous. OC fed me a toasted cheese sandwich, then suggested a nap. I told him I wasn’t really feeling sleepy, just lethargic. However, at two or so in the afternoon I took my book in the bedroom where I planned to rest and read. I woke up at 5:30 never having opened the book!
I’d like to tell you I am on the mend, but I really don’t know how I feel. I am still running a low grade fever. My eyes prefer being closed to open. The left eye especially — just drifts closed at will — which is why my tummy is upset. I am not used to the equilibrium of just one eye.
However, all things considered, I will probably live. The doc seemed to think so anyway.