We're home now and I'm so glad. We had a fantastic time while we were there but my body must have sensed our departure coming and it (my body) started to protest. In a big way!
The morning we were packing to go home I started feeling a little crummy. Like a cold was coming on. No big deal. We load the car and head to the airport. I took a Zyrtec AND a Clariton D. OOPS! I didn't mean to take both. I'm just a ding a ling. I was zombie tired but managed to stay coherent.
We get to the airport and sit down for lunch. Nothing sounds good and I'm FREEZING. I eat some soup. Didn't taste good. I felt just plain blah! We get on the plane and I'm really hurting. I feel cold and achy. Amelia, our perfect little airplane lap passenger decides to have her first extremely fussy flight. Great. I'm feeling sick and my baby is one big frustrated muscle just wiggling uncontrollably. Nathan has his hands full and he's stuck in the middle seat. I feel like I'm burning up so I take my temp. Yep- I'm BURNING UP. 105.4 degree temp. Nope, not kidding. I was so freaked out and so was Nathan. I prayed I wouldn't have a seizure. We called for the flight attendant to come over for help. She asked if we'd like her to page a Dr. on board and we said YES! Turns out the lady next to Nathan was a Dr. Thank you, God! She advised me to eat and to take 800 mg of ibuprofen. I did and waited patiently. As patiently as one could with 105 degree temp and a fussy baby. Amelia needed a diaper change so Nathan went to the spacious airplane bathroom and changed Amelia. I sat there and tried to remain calm. I downed glass after glass of water and the flight staff brought me a barf bag filled with ice chips, water and a wash cloth. I kept that on my head, face and neck and that helped cool me down. My temp went down a degree about every 40 minutes. We landed in Houston 30 minutes late and it settled around 101 to 102.
Long story longer, we get home get me to bed and went to the dr the next day. I have strep. Now, it's Saturday night and my throat still hurts but no fever. I'm on the mend. Thank goodness. More "Ahhhhh" pics tomorrow.
Breathing the Name of God
1 month ago
3 comments:
You poor girl! I have been sick on a plane before and that is so MISERABLE. I am glad you are home an on some good meds.
Bless your heart. I'm glad your home, safe and sound. Feel better sone.
That's a *really* high fever Nicole; so sorry to hear you were so sick...I thought you were going to say you were something else :) but I guess not :)...in any case, glad you are better; I can't imagine having that high of a fever.
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