James' mercurial fever continues to perplex. Last night about 8:30 I turned to look at him—he was sitting in the recliner—and he was as red as an overripe strawberry from his hairline to his neck. When I touched him he was hot. I ran to the kitchen, got a container and filled it with cold water, dropped two ice cubes into it, and grabbed paper towels so he could cold compress himself. A half hour later he was cool again and actually clammy.

While he was taking his shower I asked him how he felt and he said right at that moment he didn't feel bad. Six hours later, in bed, he woke me up because he was shaking so hard (and our new mattress has baffles in it so you don't feel the other person when they climb into bed!) and he was hot to the touch. An hour later, downstairs, as I was preparing to leave for work and he was eating because his sugar was low, his forehead felt no warmer than mine.

What the hell is going on????

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Comments:

Hmmm. Almost sounds like malaria. I'd think that unlikely... if you didn't back up to that apartment complex.

J.

# posted by  Jerry : 10:12:00 AM

 

Okay... So it's not malaria.

Keeping fingers crossed for you both...

J.

# posted by  Jerry : 12:30:00 AM

 

Hey, we actually asked the doctor about that and he asked James if he'd been out of the country. They even asked us several times at the hospital. So I admit, I'm not up on my medical expertise: is there no malaria in the US anymore? There used to be 100 years ago. The pioneers got it from mosquitoes in the creek bottoms. Well, we're what, 50 feet, 100 feet from a creek and you betcha we have mosquitoes.

# posted by  Linda : 1:26:00 AM

 

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