Yesterday, at about 3:30, which was 48 hours after the drugs had stopped dripping, a switch flipped off and the curtains came down. Fatigue. A Giant Wall of Fatigue.
It was amazing and weird and increasing for several hours, as though someone were draping 1 pound weights on me steadily throughout the evening.
Bryan came home and took over, got the kids packed up and put to bed for Betsy to come collect them in the morning. At 3 AM, Josh crawled into our bed, and at 4 AM, Bryan noticed that he was burning up. Ack!!! Fever!!! 101.5!
On the one hand, I wanted to cuddle him up and help him feel better. But you know what won out: Get this SICKO away from me!
Poor kid. I DID get him something to drink while Bryan dosed him with Tylenol. He woke up without a fever. And I've been washing my hands copiously.
So the kids are at Betsy's until after work on Friday. I'm going to hang out here and treat this like a little stay-cation.
And I'm thankful for the fatigue. If the TCH is making all my good cells feel like this, it must surely be killing off the bad ones. Search and destroy, guys. Search. And destroy.
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