… and luckily no more than that.
I was laid up in bed most of Friday, from an onset of chills in the early morning, to spending most of the rest of my day knocked out.
This is the most I’ve slept in one day in a long time.
I managed to get up to shower and eat some Belvita breakfast biscuits and tea, but after that, I just collapsed onto my bed.
I got up again around 2pm and at a couple of dinner rolls for late lunch, and that’s when the chills really started to get me.
Concerned that I was, I took a home COVID test that came up negative.
I texted my sister to let her know what was going on, and she called and came home with some won ton soup.
Around 6pm I got up and had a small bowl of soup, took some cold/flu medicine, and proceeded to fall unconscious for the next 10 hours or so, occasionally waking up to see what time it was, but drifting off immediately after that.
Around 5:30 am I got up, still a little dizzy, but no chills. I took a shower which seemed to clear my head a bit more, and then I finished off one of the take out containers of won ton soup and a glass of ginger ale.
I feel fine now, but still a bit meh. Hopefully it was just a 24 hour bug.
Ah, the healing powers of won ton soup and ginger ale. And cold medicine.
Thanks, Jen.