I had the flu so bad last year, that I thought I was dying.
I couldn’t stop shivering, because my fever shot up to 104 degrees.
I was throwing up constantly which had my body going into shock. I couldn’t eat, and all I wanted to do was sleep. My husband couldn’t stay with me all the time, so my mom came over and babysat while he was working. She and dad took the spare room. She took care of our daughter and tried to make me eat. The heat in the bedroom was turned up to eighty, in hopes of me getting warm. She kept looking at the thermostat and 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 my feet and making me warm. I asked her to turn up the thermostat, but she refused. She was afraid that too much heat would make me sicker. She ended up getting ice. I was freezing and she was putting ice on me. She told me it would bring down the fever and I would feel better. I got out of bed with the ruse of needing to go to the bathroom again. I did feel nauseous, but I also wanted to turn up the thermostat. Just hearing the furnace running made me feel better. When my husband got home, he gave me two tylenol and some medicine he got from my doctor. He said he was turning the thermostat back down. The doctor told him that I needed ice to bring the fever down and not a higher thermostat.