Wherein I decide I have Lyme Disease.
This weekend, I went to Tampa, up and back Friday to Sunday.
Yesterday, I felt like crap towards the end of the drive home. I landed at around 4, and was achy and my skin hurt, and I couldn't thermo-regulate. Today, I feel even worse. I woke up last night in a cold sweat that was so profuse, I actually sweat my shape onto my fitted sheet. That's right. Arms n' legs. And I basically had to wring out my pillows.
So that was pretty awesome.
Today I'm disoriented and my head aches, and my neck hurts, and my back hurts and my skin hurts, and the backs of my knees are sweating, and I'm pretty sure I have swollen glands.
Not to be content with having a simple cold or flu (I got VACCINATED for that this year...) I've decided I have Lyme Disease.
I mean, it makes perfect sense. My father is one of the world's foremost experts on the disease, and when I was in Maryland two weeks ago, I (stupidly) went hiking in Patapsco Valley State Park without wearing tick repellent and wearing flip-flops. And shorts. Maryland is like the Lyme Disease Capital of the World. But Lyme, CT can keep the name. "Maryland Disease" just sounds stupid.
I never noticed a deer tick bite, but I'm pretty hairy, so I could have mistaken it for a freckle, and if I had the bulls-eye rash, it could have gotten missed among all the fur...
So, that's where we are. If I'm not better in a couple of days, I'm going to go to the Doctor and announce that I have Lyme Disease and demand a course of strong antibiotics so I don't get joint damage, heart damage, or brain damage.
Until then, I left work early today because I felt so godawful. Meh.