I had a little tiny operation yesterday. No biggie. It was all over in half an hour. So I came home around 4pm, had a little dinner, took a prescribed painkiller, put the kids to bed. Around 9pm I started to get cold. Very, very cold. I was in bed underneath four big blankets and my teeth were chattering. My fever was 103. This continued for about two hours at which time I started to feel hot. Very, very hot. Like I was on fire, burning from the inside. I then spent the next two hours throwing up. The single most uncomfortable, painful, frightening night of my life.
And today? Right as rain. This is how my body reacts to things it doesn't like. I assume it was a reaction to the anesthetic. I really must find out which one it was because it was so not pretty last night and i do not ever want to repeat that ever.again.
Tomorrow we're off to a wedding. Wednesday we're off to Florida. Wheeeee. Needless to say, going a little mental with preparations over here. More mental than usual that is.
I bid you all adieu.