Buffy ,'Get It Done'
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I am horribly blase about temperatures, since I had tonsilitis about 3x a year when I was a kid, and a "high fever" to me is anything above 102.
My last roommate (before my long stretch of living alone) was a nurse, and she was the same way. If it wasn't over 102, then it was no big deal.
It was really hard to get sympathy from her.
One of the Most Magical things about having a lover is that, when I am ill, he goes into the World, and gets me stuff, like soup and ice cream shakes.
It's really wondrous, after all those years of living alone, and dragging myself out, shaking and ill, to the drugstore.
I dunno - my threshold for sympathy is much lower than my threshold for "a big deal." There's plenty of low-grade bugs that can make you feel like crap without being a big enough deal to call a doctor for.
(For a fever of 100 I wouldn't even give Tylenol unless it was going to make the difference between sleeping and not. 100 means your immune system is working - lowering the fever at that point just means you'll be sick for longer.)
Point, but at that point, I would have been a Horrible Monster of Child Death for not suggesting something.
Hee -- I'm pretty much a person of extremes when it comes to sickness; I'm either mint tea/toast/7-Up/wet washcloth or full-on Vicodin pounding. Not a lot of in-between.
This is possibly a sign that I should perhaps explore the world of A Happy Medium more.
I have a thermometer. I like to know if I HAVE a fever, but if I feel okay in other ways, I'll still go to work or whatever. After the years of migraines/endo cramps o'doom, a low-grade fever is as nothing to me.
After the years of migraines/endo cramps o'doom, a low-grade fever is as nothing to me.
This. It raised the bar pretty damned high.
One of the Most Magical things about having a lover
You misspelled HUSBAND.
I dunno - my threshold for sympathy is much lower than my threshold for "a big deal." There's plenty of low-grade bugs that can make you feel like crap without being a big enough deal to call a doctor for.
I think since she worked as a nurse, she got so inured to stuff that was bad enough to land people in the hospital that anything less didn't ping her radar.
Me, I'm always willing to dish out the sympathy, even for a splinter.
I own a thermometer. It's somewhere around here. I can't remember the last time I had enough fever to need one.
~ma to Tom and Nora! (I'm really excited for you guys. NOLA always sounded so... like a place I need to visit some day. So).
Lover sounded more French?
I am sympathetic! I have sympathy coming out of my bottom! It's just...limited to 5 minutes and practicality. I am an excellent nurse; I bring hot tea and tuck blankets and make soup.
But I also yank the stitches without compunction. Gently. But they have to come out, yo.