It seems I picked up a little bug this weekend.
- My energy was MIA on Sunday.
- Felt absolutely exhausted.
- Was grumpy.
It got worse over night.
- I started doing “I think I’m going to die” cardio.
- Running to the bathroom.
- Sweating through the sheets.
By Monday, I was a hot mess – literally.
- Chills were my new best friend.
- In spite of flannel pants, double sweaters and triple blankets.
- On a gorgeous, warm, sunny day.
By late afternoon, my temperature broke 103.
- It was getting scary.
- I rarely get sick or take drugs.
- James offered to take me for medical help.
Instead, I contacted Dr. Mom – AKA my brilliant cousin.
- I shared what was going on.
- Asked for help breaking my fever.
- She told me to take two Tylenol.
It was like magic.
- Within a half hour, I felt some relief.
- Within two hours, my temperature finally broke.
- Chills gone, I was a relieved, sweaty mess.
What I learned from soaring beyond 103.
- I can take the heat.
- Taking the heat earned me no reward.
- I didn’t have to take all the heat.
Makes me think of successful women who want to live Delicious Lives... how much heat do you needlessly tolerate?