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It's more than just the neuropathy in my feet, which frequently has me staggering like a drunk. I blink, therefore I fall.
This morning I got up feeling pretty normal. I could sense that it was a bit cool out but I could ignore the chill. Then all of a sudden I was freezing. My skin got cold and I felt chill at the core of my body. I tried covering myself with a small blanket while drinking a cup of hot coffee. I kept getting colder and colder. Finally, near noon, I went back to bed and covered myself up.
We were supposed to visit some friends, Don and Anita Bohensky, whose anniversary is just a couple of weeks after ours. We were just going to have a small lunch for the four of us. Don and Anita have been taking turns showing flu symptoms, even sharing their illness with other family members. They had been symptom-free for about three weeks, but Don started coughing today. While Anita and Delia were on the phone, trying to decide whether or not we should get together, I let Delia know of my problem. Delia had her usual reactions: panic and suggesting that I should rush off to a doctor. After all, people have been dying from swine flu both to the north and to the south of us. The celebration was postponed.
After nearly two hours, I started to warm up. My skin is still cool, as are my feet and my spine. My head had started to hurt, along with my neck and back, but a lot of that has passed. I am not planning to venture outside today.
I hadn't eaten anything, mostly because I didn't feel hungry. At 15:00 Delia heated some chicken broth with a chicken breast in it. Until recently, I almost always managed to eat my breakfast before noon. Eating that single breast of chicken made me hungry, so I cooked myself some hash brown potatoes a couple of hours later. Now I'm sipping some ginger tea. I'm still not completely warm.
I'm a mess. I'd dearly love to be able to soak for a couple of hours in a tub of comfortably warm water. I can't because I can no longer get up out of the tub by myself. Tonight I'll probably dream of being a lobster at a clam bake. That would be a comfortable dream.
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