Bladder infection gone wrong.

Holy hell, I thought I was dieing.  Friday Shaun and I left to go to Reno (again) because we had a wedding right out outside of there on Saturday and to make sure that we were going to be there on time we always leave a day early.
I checked in, got to the elevator and the way Shaun explains it, I was hit by a germ water balloon.  By the time I climbed on the elevator I was about to barf.

In between 10pm and 6am I had snapped. The fever got to high and I was certain that the end of my life was nearing and I was going to die in a hotel room in Reno.  Shaun did a good job trying to bring the fever down, but I was resistant to have cold rags put on my freezing body.  Why that happens, I don’t understand. Make someone who has a fever be freezing cold.

Some other things that made me believe that I am on the top of God’s shit list;  I had formed ANOTHER bladder infection, started my period, AND then got a fever on top of it.
I’m laying in bed freezing to death, burning up, Shaun is convincing me to put cold rags on my forehead. By the time I finally get comfortable I have to get out of the bed, out into the freezing air AND GO PEE.    Then after all that I have to get back into bed and start over again.  ALL NIGHT LONG.

At 8am I finally caved and called my friends to come and get me. I think it came out more of a high pitched whine begging them to come sit with me while Shaun goes and shoots the wedding because If I am left alone, I would die.
They drove all the way up there and got me and brought me  home.

That whole night I threw up and most of Sunday.

Monday came rolling around and who would have guessed that MONDAY would be my favorite day of the week??

I must have said, “I want my mommy” 300 times this weekend. I called about 10 times just to hear her voice.   She IMed me today, “Guess you’re feeling better.”

Maybe I should call her more than when I am just sick.