I hate falling ill.
I'm usually quite punctual with my daily dose of probiotics and also I like cooking with organic ingredients.
However, once or twice a year, I would find myself with a fever of scorching temperatures yet I feel like I'm siting on the artic circle.
It's usually from a myriad of germs passed on from the kids. (which all three had when I took them to the doctor the other day.)
So it's 3.39am now.
I've been sporadically waking up every half an hour since 930pm to drink some water and hoping to sweat this fever away. I hate being sick. The combination of drugs makes me very woozy and a sore throat meant that I can't vocalise my thoughts.
Here's hoping this fever will break soon!
Especially since, I've got a full schedule ahead tomorrow. And I'm afraid D would be too busy to help me out.
edit: D took me to the doctor first thing in the morning and I was diagnosed with high fever & upper respiratory tract congestion. The doctor said the only way to get better was to rest so my amazing husband took over the kids for the day whilst my mum came in the evening to babysit. Lucky girl I am. =)