Monday, H spiked a fever. It got up to 102.5 by the time we got to the doctor, and while that was scary, it was just a viral infection and we just had to ride it out.

Tuesday, my husband goes to work and starts feeling bad. He's diabetic, so it's not good when he gets sick, as the illnesses affect him differently and often for longer.

Wednesday, I develop a sore throat, but don't think much of it because I was too busy caring for the others. I knew something was up when getting adjusted at the chiropractor hurt a lot more than normal (usually, it's very relaxing). At this point, I've burned through a few sick days and I can tell that my boss isn't pleased. Thursday was more of the same, but I spiked a fever. It's possible that it was related to the virus we caught, but I pretty much felt like death even with taking extra-strength Tylenol.

Friday, Hyla was well enough to send to daycare, which was good because I went downhill fast. Because she hadn't been nursing as well or efficiently since she couldn't breath, I developed Mastitis in my left breast. I literally thought I was going to pass out or vomit while I was trying to feed her. I was able to get antibiotics though, and I'm religiously taking them because that shizz hurts and I felt like crap.

Fast forward to last night. My fever spiked again, getting as high as 102.9. It was the worst night of my life, worse than the night before I was diagnosed with the flu. It took all night for my temperature to come down, I was dizzy, nauseated, coughing so much. It finally got to a reasonable level at 4 this morning. Still a low-grade fever, but I feel mostly normal as long as I take Tylenol.

We were supposed to go to a birthday party today, but that's out. I'm debating on whether or not to go to urgent care, but the one Closest to me has a terrible doctor (the same doctor who told me I was likely having an ectopic pregnancy and that I was irresponsible for seeing a midwife who did not do an early ultrasound). If I don't go today, I will definitely go to my PCP tomorrow. Hopefully, my boss will understand.

I can't wait to feel well again.