So, I came up to visit FI for Valentine's day weekend. Here is how our weekend went:
Friday:
By the time I got here on Friday, I was feeling awful. I got in, ate the pizza he made and went to bed.
Saturday:
By Saturday I still didn't feel well, but we went out to dinner and for a walk in the park. By the time we got back, I crawled into bed and was out cold.
Sunday:
Sunday rolls around, and my temperature is at 103. FI got my temp down by Sunday night, but told me, I couldn't leave the next morning as planned. Cancel my Monday classes
Monday:
Wake up the next morning, and was fairly certain, I was dying (I tend to be dramatic when I'm sick). Then nausea hits and I called FI at work with my head in the toliet. He comes to get me and take me to the ER. The nurse yells at me for wasting their time with just the flu. Come to find out, it's pneumonia. And no apology was given by the nurse. Find substitutes for Tuesday classes
Tuesday-Wednesday:
Recovering, but soooo slowly. I know FI is doing the best he can. But I want my own bed and couch. Now, I have to find substitutes for classes again tomorrow. UGH!
And let me tell you, college students LOVE to find out they have a substitute and that I didn't cancel class.
~~December 3, 2011~~