I'm finally coming out of the worst four health days I've had in many years. Starting Friday night, I started to have a fever, primarily a respiratory thing, then it moved to my sinuses by Sunday morning, and finally by this morning the fever had gone. I'm still at 98.9, but at least now I can function.
Today's order has been recovering from the dehydration (I thought I was drinking enough, but with all of the sweating and peeing, obviously not), and also sleeping. I've had no meaningful sleep during the fever times, so it's finally coming easily. The dreams, however, are disturbing.
The really depressing thing about it all, aside from not seeing another human being for four days, is the fact that only one person really called to check up on me (and she couldn't drop by because of a blood disorder that makes her particularly susceptible to getting sick). One of my volleyball kids made a phone call too. I could've died, and no one would've figured it out for some time later. That sucks. I feel like no one has my back.
I know the feeling. Sometimes I wonder if anybody would even notice if I failed to show up for work.