I am not laughing, and this still is not funny!
Obviously, I stayed home from work today. My fever dipped to 99.x for a while today, but it's gone back up to 100.3 again. That weird queasydizzy feeling is back again, so I'll keep this short. Same symptoms—sore throat, tiredness, stiff and sore neck, headaches, lightheadedness, fever.
I'm having trouble concentrating on things for more than a minute or two at a time. I have to point out, though, that some of my friends would probably say that this is beneficial for a worrywart like me, and not something that could be classified as a symptom of something wrong.
I'm trying to decide what to do about work tomorrow. If I'm still running this fever I have no business sitting in the middle of a cube farm. But I'm desperately needed there right now, and no kidding on the desperately part. (I have two major deadlines looming on the 29th that must be met.)
The plan of action looks like this: unless I'm exhibiting signs of death, go in to work tomorrow. Call the doctor's office first thing tomorrow morning and ask if the nurse practitioner can work me in. If so, go see the NP. Find out just what exactly is wrong with me. Get treatment and either go back to work or go home, depending on what I find out.
Heather brought me soup. Jeff's going to try some dual therapy of gently massaging my neck and doing the cool-cloths treatment to see if that alleviates any of the stiffness and soreness. He says my neck is awfully warm to the touch, but he doesn't know my neck well enough to know if anything's swollen or not.
Proof positive that after two and a half years of marriage, we still don't know everything there is to know about each other.