A Different Kind of Sick

I spent yesterday home, sick. But it was a different kind of sick than normal. I had been tired for the past several days, but I thought it was either just general stress or maybe a side effect of a medication I was one. Anyways, on Wednesday I was just getting more and more tired with every passing moment. I went over to a friends house to bead (I really should post the results, it is fabulous IMO), and I hardly could stay awake, it was a bit ridiculous. By the time I got home it was all I could do to let the Dog out to pee and get changed and into bed (DH was at Trivia). Thursday morning I woke up and had a temperature. I got up and took a shower anyways to gage how I was doing, because I did not have any obvious symptoms besides being tired - a bit of a sore throat, but no cough or plugged nose. When I was showering I just felt SO tired and sometimes a bit wheezy, but as I said, no cough. I decided to stay home and I slept an extra 7 hrs through out the day, and then went to bed again at 9:30 PM (2 hrs earlier than normal). This morning I had a very slight fever, and again, virtually no symptoms except an occasional sense of wheeziness/SOB. I went to work early as I had a Drs appt to get to at lunch time, and I could not believe how tired I felt at work. Especially talking. Being on the phone with clmts I could just feel how weak my voice was and how much I did not want to speak another word.

It is strange being this kind of sick... no snot or cough, just fatigue and occasional wheezes, shortness of breath, fever. I am feeling loads better than yesterday, but I still am thinking I will go home and crash. We were supposed to finally go see Alice in Wonderland 3D, which I am so looking forward to, but alas, its not meant to be as this will be like the 12th time we have cancelled it.

On an unrelated note, during my few waking hours yesterday I finished Wuthering Heights. What a horrendous book! I have never read a book with so much spite and hate and terrible and weak characters. If there is one ounce of truth about human nature in that book we mine as well all go live in a hut in the woods and never speak to anyone again. I do not understand how anyone could think that book is remotely romantic.