I'm really not well today. I was up after only three hours of sleep last night with the chills/high fever, and it took me two hours of shivering to finally get myself up and out of bed to take some Tylenol to reduce the fever, and then use the bathroom. I couldn't even think of getting back to sleep at that time, but I've had two long naps today; one in the morning and one in the late afternoon/evening.
Today has been merely a blur of feeling ill and in a fever-induced altered state and then falling asleep for a few hours here and there and having fever-induced vivid crazy dreams.
Needless to say, I didn't get to giving my hair a deep treatment today, nor checking out whether or not I need a trim this month. In fact it didn't even cross my mind until I thought about my blog. To be completely honest, I don't think I've touched my hair since I put it up before bed last night in its bedtime bun where it remains as I write this, some 22 hours later.
That's going to be a lot of shed hairs when I take this bun down and give my hair a good combing and then a brushing to remove those sheds before getting into a shower.
I've tried to stay out of trouble today, being so zombie-like, but just before writing this blog entry, I went and knocked over a glass of lemonade from the end table right onto the carpet. I don't even recall touching it, but I must have; there was no one else who could have knocked it over.
All I can say is that it's wonderful to have a husband and a son who told me not to move; they'd take care of it, and they did. Such kind and good-natured guys.
Don't get me wrong; I've cleaned up more than my share of spills in the last 20-odd years, but this was one time when it was really, really nice to have the guys realize that it would probably be best for me and likely all concerned, for them to take care of it for me. They have really been wonderfully understanding on those days when I've not been well.
So that's all I've got for today. I'm just looking forward to bedtime.
Later, my friends. Love to all.