I continued working. I shivered through my days and survived on hot tea and/or soup.
I didn't go grocery shopping at all so by the end of the week, I was offering my children onion slices and crackers for a snack. The cupboards were pretty bare.
The reason that I didn't have snack-type foods was because during my fever induced dementia, I allowed my children to eat an entire box of Oreo cookies for supper. Strangely enough, they never complained.
I embarrassed myself in the land of Facebook. I have an issue with people who use homonyms incorrectly -- homonyms, for those who don't know, are words that sound the same but are spelled differently (to/too/two or your/you're etc). I've been known to make this mistake myself a time or two, but I knew I was really ill when I kept making these mistakes over the last week. The worst was a friend who posted on my wall asking if I'd accept a package of photos that FedEx would be delivering to my house since she's moved. My reply was something like "Sure, if I can take a peak." -- what I meant to say was peek (as in look), not peak (as in a mountain top) or pique (as in interest). When she called me on it and wrote a response to it using all three words (much as I would have done to someone else had I not been ill) it took me a good 1/2 hour to figure out what she was talking about.
But, the icing on the cake-of-craziness is this: My instructor sent out a notice that we'd be having an audio class. One of the other students in the class, a fellow keener like me, said that she couldn't make it and asked me (on the class discussion board) if I'd ask good questions in her absence....my reply was something like "absolutely...but why can't you make it? There are no excuses for missing it..." (which wasn't so bad...but then I went on. You won't believe what I said for all the class/instructors to see...it was "You can take the keener out of the class, but you can't shut her up!"
I said that.
In my defense, it was really funny in my own head. In my state of fevered hallucination, this was perhaps the most witty and hilarious statement of my life. I remember writing it out, reading it over, giggling groggily to myself and hitting "post."
It wasn't until later that night that I had a nightmare about it. Horrible dreams with my instructor wagging her finger at me and the other students shaking their heads in disappointment. I woke up in a sweat (yeah, I was sick, but still, it wasn't cool). I re-read that post and nearly died. Oh, the shame!!
However, I think that I might just be on the mend. I'm still rather hoarse and husky sounding, and my nose is still alternating between stuffed and dripping like a sieve. But my brain no longer feels as though I'm in a perpetual fog. Yay for tiny miracles.