My fever finally broke around midnight last night. By midnight, I had been home for a couple of hours. I finally went to an urgent care facility last night. I should have gone the night before. They gave me a steroid shot and some sort of allergy medicine. My fever did not go away, but the scary itchy, crawly feeling went away rather quickly after the medication.
The short of it, I was having an allergic reaction to the vaccine. I could have spared myself a day of agony, if I would have gone to the doctor sooner.
Waking up without a fever felt pretty good, I got up, foggy headed, and I took a shower, and then I headed back to bed. I tossed and turned for quite awhile before I finally fell back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later, feeling rested for the first time in I do not know when. I took my temperature to find that not only is it no longer 102, but it is actually down to normal.
I would have slept longer this morning, simply out of habit, but my lower back was killing me. I got up, and I got my day started. I took a deep breath, and I felt my lungs feel with air, the pressure that has been weighing on my chest for days is gone.
My lower back pain is my only new ailment. The rash on my back is still prevalent, but it has significantly improved. My arm also still hurts, but it has not gotten worse. I think that I have turned the corner on this whole ordeal.
I ate breakfast with Little Chirp as I normally would. I wasn’t starving, but I had an appetite, in contrast the aversion to food that I have had yesterday. I could see Little Chirp eyeing my breakfast taco after he gobbled down his breakfast quesadilla, but knowing that I ate almost nothing yesterday, he wouldn’t take the taco from me. I noticed the smell of my morning coffee and the breakfast taco, another sign that my breathing is back to normal.
I am dressed in my workout clothes. I have no plans of going for a run, but I am going to go for short walks through out the day. I did the same thing last year after I had Covid. Potatoe likes this recovery method as he gets to tag along on my walks.
It felt good to go through a normal morning routine, without feeling extremely sick with difficulty functioning. I have a third load of laundry in the washer. I am looking forward to clean bedding and clean towels.
I plan to take it easy the remainder of the week. I am supposed to run an 8K race on Saturday morning. I will either be a spectator or a walker. All that I could think about yesterday, as my fever raged on, is that I absolutely need to take better care of my health. Taking better care of my health starts with a better diet, but I also need to stop overdoing it. I feel better for a day, and then I try to go back to my normal daily routine of a hour of working out, twelve hours of work, and a long list of household chores. I am not doing that the remainder of the week.
I am going to go for short walks. I am going to do only the minimum chores needed (cooking, dishes, and laundry), and I am going to stick to an eight hour work day for the next few days. At this rate, I will be working on Saturday and Sunday, and I am never going to finish the reorganizing of the house, but it feels so good to feel better. I do not want to take a step backwards.
Thank you God for my health.