Well, in about 2 weeks, we have gone from 100 degrees down to 38 degrees. Holy Moly that is cold!
We seem to live in quite the little micro-climate here at our house. I caved yesterday and ran the heater in the morning. The backyard is now covered every morning with a blanket of frost. Georgia loves to walk through it, listening to it, crunch, crunch, crunch.
Yesterday I had to scrape ice off the windshield that was too thick to melt off with the heater, or brush off with the wipers. In fact, Georgia was in awe of the little designs the ice had made. (wishing now I had taken a picture, I've never seen crystal designs in frost before...it was very cool). But during the day it has been a lovely 75+ degrees.
I managed to get pneumonia. First time ever. Woke up on Oct 24th with a 103 fever that lasted for 5 days with no end in sight. Initially I thought it was the flu, but when the fever wouldn't budge, I figured there must be more going on. So I got myself to the doctor's office where he took one look at me and said, "Wow, you are REALLY sick." Yes, Thank you. That is why I'm here. So anyhow, he took a listen, and sure enough, pneumonia. He explained that it could be secondary to another illness like the flu, so they tested me, but the flu test was negative...after which, he concluded that it was just pneumonia. He prescribed some strong antibiotics and sent me on my way. It took another 36 hours for the fever to totally go away. But shortly after taking the first dose, boy, did I feel that antibiotic kick in. It felt like the army was on the march. My fever shot up to 104 for a couple hours and then made a gradual decline after that. Weirdly, when it went up, I actually felt better. Not sure if that was the antibiotics making me feel better, or the higher fever killing stuff, making me feel better. Anyhow...it took about 2 weeks in bed, start to finish before I was feeling half human again.
Fortunately or Unfortunately depending on how you look at it, Curtis was out of town for work, the first week I was sick. Fortunate for him, unfortunate for me. So he seems to have avoided getting this narley little illness. My Dad came up to help with the kids, for which I will be forever grateful. Nothing like Mom being down for the count. I was ready to just keep them home from school so I didn't have to drive them.
Partway through this little experience, the fridge died. So I had to get myself out of bed once Curtis got home from his trip to go buy a new fridge. Which, happily, I found what I wanted for a great price.
This week, the dishwasher finally broke as well. It struggled when we moved in 6 years ago...and we have just fixed it over and over and over...until now when it finally bit the dust. The new one comes tomorrow.
Now, I'm just wondering what the 3rd thing to break will be. Since they always come in 3's right?
Have a great day!
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