I know I said that no more sickness would come but

I had to share. Because that is what I do here for some reason. Share tidbits of my life that no sane person would share with complete strangers or the people they have to face at church on Sunday, and yet I do it anyway. I say "and yet" as if I am actually sane, which we have established...

I fevered all night. Mastitis again. Seriously.

Managed to drug myself well enough this morning to almost function most of the day.

This afternoon, I noticed that Charming's hands weren't merely cold, but painful on my back when he nursed and the chills soon followed.

'Course our babysitter, the one we only get twice a year, was scheduled to arrive at 6. So at 5:34, when Hubs came home from work and found me shivering under a blanket in the living room, he dosed me again so we could go out.

Them's some desperate parents to go out when one is fevering and highly sensitive in the breast area.

So, babysitter arrives at 5:56 at which time I stumble upstairs to change and comb my hair, shivering like a maniac. Desperately wishing I could go to Houston's in bleach streaked yoga pants because to remove them from my body is nigh on torture.

The ibuprofen kicked in near 6:20 and I enjoyed my dinner.

Now I think I shall go to bed, because I'm exhausted as I didn't sleep well last night, and I never quite know when my drugs will wear off and I'll have to shiver again.

How I have done this twice in the last month when I'd never done it before, I don't know. Must be that Charming is a biter. If I could figure out how to do it, the child would be weaned. His clock is ticking, that's for sure.