I'm still sick. I am also really tired of being cooped up in the house as I have been since Friday with the exception of a miserable outing to see the doctor. This afternoon I decided I wanted ptor
to take me to Rubio's so I could get a quesadilla (fortunately, the flu hasn't affected my stomach too much and with the Zofran I am able to eat). We decided that afterwards we'd take a drive to our P.O. box in Santa Clara to pick up mail there. I figured sitting in the air conditioned car wouldn't be awful and at least I'd be out of the house.
Boy was I wrong.
It was sometime after 2pm when we started out and all I'd eaten was a peach and a few rice crackers, but no worries because food was coming soon. Right? Wrong. We got to Rubio's, a few miles from our house, and the power was out to the entire strip mall. Great. OK, so ptor
suggested we stop at Una Mas in Sunnyvale on our way to the post office. Ok, that'd work. I started feeling woozy on the way there, including getting the chills and shakes again--also the pelvic pain was worsening (pregnancy related). I was really starting to feel awful. We finally got to Una Mas and the doors were ominously open. Yep, you guessed it. AC was broken. It was well over 100 inside the restuarant (as well as outside). No way, no how. We got a couple of drinks and I used to bathroom and I was ready to have a mini-breakdown. I figured we should finish the trip, get the mail and try the Una Mas back in Fremont on our way home.
So, we proceeded to Santa Clara to the post office. Throughout the car ride I was feeling progressively worse and miserable. I was trying to relax but my pelvis and back were cramping so badly it was really hard to. That and everything
hurt, my fever was going up again and I was HUNGRY! We got to the post office and again things of an omninous nature greeted us. The parking lot was empty and the lobby doors were closed. There were signs on the door apologizing "for the inconvenience". They had closed the post office for maintainence.
Holy shit. I seriously wanted to cry at that point. It was like some sort of a cruel joke. ptor
suggested we get something to eat around there but I really wanted to get close enough to home so that if the things were horked we could just get take-out. So we drove back to Fremont with me earnestly doing Level 1 Lamaze breathing the whole way in an attempt to alleviate some of the back and pelvic pain all the while thinking of the 500 ways I'd curse the universe if I went into labor while I had the flu. We made it to Una Mas and the doors were happily closed. It wasn't as cool as I would have liked inside, but it was at least cooler
than outside and was tolerable. We got lunch, I got a big water, I managed to eat a little over half of what we orderd (and keep it down) and we eventually made it home to our much cooler house.
It was an incredibly frustrating outing.
As for me, my temp stayed at 100-101 all day and fortunately just dipped into the 99 range, though I feel it climbing again. This is with tylenol every six hours, blasting AC and cool rags on my head and neck. I am not amused. It hurts to be in bed as there is a lot
going on with the baby/pregnancy right now and my hips, back and pelvis are a mess, but I don't know how else to get over this bug except to sleep. I have been drinking more water than I thought possible (and I normally drink a lot) so at least I am hydrated. If I go into a fourth day of fever (Monday) I will be contacting the doc again just to make sure I don't need to worry. Prolonged fevers worry me, especially when I cannot get them down.
So there you have it. A not so funny comedy of errors that was our Sunday.