I woke up early this morning shivering. Wow, what a cold morning. I dashed to the bathroom and back into bed. I could not get warm. I dithered, I got another blanket, I shivered.
Ray woke up and tried to warm me up with a cuddle. "Wow! You're burning up!" Temperature of 38.9c/ 102f. Yikes.
It took two duvets and two blankets and at about midday after snoozing on and off I felt my own heat and flung off a few covers.
I've seen my doctor today ("how are you?" Tears of course) who thinks that the coincidence of the hycosy scan followed by low belly pain and fever indicates an infection. Waaaaaa! On the other hand it might be a bug I've picked up along the way. *crosses fingers, hopes Ray get's it too*
But it is possible that because the fever had gone by the time we got to the doctors office (I still feel like crap) I might not need more antibiotics. I have a prescription, just in case.
Just when you thought things were improving.
We drove to a view point after my doctors visit to watch the rain and Ray started talking about his shock at the news from monday, how scared he is to try again, whether it's worth it if things might go wrong again, how would we deal with it, maybe we shouldn't but he wants to, but he couldn't stand to see me in such pain again, and round and round until he'd got all the thoughts out of his head. No conclusions, because there aren't any. We will be trying again, of course we will, we hope everything works out, but we're terrified, just like everyone else.
And now I'm going back to bed, I'll catch up with you all tomorrow.