I had the flu so poor last year, that I thought I was dying.
I couldn’t stop shivering, because our fever shot up to 104 degrees.
I was throwing up consistently which had our body going into shock. I couldn’t eat, plus all I wanted to do was sleep. My spouse could not stay with me all the time, so our mom came over plus babysat while he was working. She plus dad took the spare room. She took care of our daughter plus tried to make me eat. The heat in the kitchen was turned up to eighty, in hopes of me getting warm. She kept looking at the control machine plus telling me that she couldn’t turn it up any further. She sent dad to get me a heating pad in hopes of putting it on our feet plus making me warm. I asked her to turn up the control unit, even though she refused. She was afraid that too much heat would make me sicker. She ended up getting ice. I was chilly plus she was putting ice on me. She told me it would bring down the fever plus I would assume better. I got out of bed with the ruse of needing to go to the lavatory again. I did assume nauseous, but I also wanted to turn up the control unit. Just hearing the oil furnace running made me assume better. When our spouse got home, he offered me 2 tylenol plus some medicine he got from our doctor. He said he was turning the control machine back down. The doctor told him that I needed ice to bring the fever down plus not a higher control unit.