Phoebe's Stupid Flu-bug.

By phoebe marie -
I leave for Italy in TWO days.  So what does my evil body decide to do?  Get the flu!!  Ughhhhh.  I have spent the majority of the last 36 hours in bed with a fever, sore throat, cough, etc.  This is completely pissing me off.  I should be at work, getting everything prepped for my time away.  I should be doing laundry, packing, picking up prescriptions, cleaning up the house, getting ready - not laying on my back sniffling and hacking.
When I woke up this morning and still had a fever of 102, I made a doctor's appointment.  They couldn't get me in until noon, so I continued to snooze off and on until a little bit ago when I finally felt like I could get up.  My fever has gone down to 99.8!  So that's already good news, but I'm not taking any chances.  Hopefully I can get some antibiotics or something from my doc and get this shit kicked to the curb.

At least I've been too preoccupied with Italy to really WORRY about being ill.  They say after cancer being sick is never just being sick again.  It'll always be scary and uncertain.  And I suppose it is making me a LITTLE more nervous than it would have in the past, but overall my biggest concern right now is not stupid cancer - it's being in tip-top shape for this once-in-a-lifetime trip with my mum and sister!

Wish me luck!!!

Xxo, Phoebe

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Anonymous said…
Hi Phoebe! Dawn here... so sorry you have the flu, that is just gross! I hope the fine italian air clears it right up! Remind me to tell you my silly italian air story sometime.
March 15, 2012 at 2:02 PM
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