Fever Induced Insanity

I've been quite sick for nearly a week now. I am slowly improving now, but it has been a VERY long few days. Of course, I managed to get sick right when I had time off. I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. On the plus side, I did not have to miss any work. On the minus side, it totally shot a hole in all of my plans.

It's amazing what a fever will do to you. I haven't had one for so many years, I had forgotten how crazy it makes you. I have had fever and aches--no cold or cough. I've also been extremely tired, due to the fact that I have trouble sleeping. I tried to control the fever and aches with ibuprofen (my miracle drug). I would feel better, but I would sweat absolute buckets. I am not generally a "sweaty" person, so this has been an interesting (and disgusting, I might add) experience.

On Saturday, I felt well enough to go to work for a couple of hours. I had not had any appetite for a number of days (other than a mad craving for oranges). I had to force myself to eat. But while I was at work, I got this uncontrollable hankering for a quarter-pound cheeseburger from McDonalds. STRANGE, but true. So when I left work, I called home to see if anyone there wanted anything. Dan wanted a two-cheeseburger meal.

So, I get to the driveup. I'm half-crazed with hunger. I order the two-cheeseburger meal, and the person on the other end of the speaker says, "We don't have that." I asked him how they could not "have it." He said they'd never had that combo. I said, "You absolutely have had it. I've gotten it 500 times." The argument continued. I was getting really angry (and not in my right mind). I finally told him to put two kids cheesburgers in a bag with some fries and a drink FOR A GROWN-UP. I also ordered my meal.

When I got to the window where they handed me my order, they handed me two kids meals, complete with toys and ice cream. They also gave me what I'd ordered for myself. I told them that it was wrong and asked why they couldn't figure it out. I finally just took the food and left, madder than a wet hen.

When I got home, I set the food on the kitchen table and called for Daniel. He came into the kitchen, looked at the food and said, "Oh, so you went to Wendy's instead, huh?"

It all became glaringly clear....... I was officially losing my mind. I had driven up to Wendy's instead of McDonalds and had been extremely rude and argumentative with the employee. I felt so bad, I started to cry. I am planning to write a letter of apology and take it over.

Did I mention that part of this illness I've had has been an absolute inability to be rational or to control my emotions? Let's hope I get well soon. I've had just about enough of this nonsense....