WHAT HAPPENED

Y'all....I am just popping in to tell you what happened to me.

Last Sunday I started feeling very tired...and I had some chills.  I ignored it.  But come Monday same thing and it seemed to come and go.  I assumed it was Covid.  On Thursday I went to get tested and they said I would have the results in 2-4 days.

Thursday night was pretty bad....low grade fever...chills, headache and bad night sweats....

I woke up Friday morning and was very weak.  I let Cami out and then headed to get her food which is 25 steps away.  That is the last thing I remember as I woke up on the floor....I passed out and was vomiting.  I didn't even know where I was.  It took me 2 hours to crawl back to my bedroom which is about 30 steps away [all one floor].  Y'all I was so sick...my whole body ached.

I had a horrible headache.  I was convinced that it was Covid although I had no chest congestion at all.  I had some neighbors walking Cami.  I could barely walk.

The nights were the worst.  The headache was killing me and I felt like I was hallucinating.  I thought I saw Cami through my door standing in the family room barking. I had nightmares and I woke up completely soaked every morning.  Finally on Sunday afternoon my friend showed up to take me to the ER.

You guys....I have never been to a hospital except to visit people.  I was so frightened.....and no one can come in with you.

They started all kinds of testing.  They retested for Covid [negative].  After about 3 hours of testing my friend texted me a reminder to tell them about the Tick bite on June 1st.  Y'all....I think that was it.  It was a Lone Star Tick which is very common in the south.

They did also perform a test for Lyme also but have not gotten those results back.

I was released around 6 pm on Sunday night with a prescription.  I'm still very weak.  I can barely walk....the bottom of my feet hurt and I am still having bad night sweats. The headaches are brutal.

I am hoping that by tomorrow after 48 hours on the meds maybe I will have some clarity.  I was also told to see an Infectious Diseases doctor.

So that is why I disappeared.  I hope to be back soon....it took all my energy to pull this together.

Thanks y'all.

Shacovidfree

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A DAY IN THE LIFE........

So I just lost 36 hours and I am pretty sure I can't get any of it back.    If you have a queasy stomach you might want to flip to the next blog.....

I started feeling bad around 3:00 Thursday afternoon....at 5:30 I decided to go lay down.  Now those that know me will attest that I am not a "nap taker".....for some reason I just can't sleep during the day.

By 6:15 I had proof positive that a little nap was not going to do the trick.  As I was laying there moaning I realized that I was going to be sick.  I felt so bad that for a split second I thought about just heaving over the side of the bed.  

Really

Thank God I mustered up the effort to get my ass up and make it to the proper container [you know what I'm talking about].

In-between heaving to the point of thinking that along with the Cesar Salad I had for lunch that just maybe a few organs were about to take a hike,  I lay on the cold tile floor sweating and gaging for a good hour.  

Thinking it was over I crawled back to bed with some minor relief.  Hell no said the devil.  I'm not done with you....your eyes haven't popped out of your head yet.

Not until 3 AM would I finally take my last turn at the sink in the kitchen....yeah I got up to let my Dogs out to pee.  

Weak and tired about 4AM I finally fell asleep.  Friday is a blur.  I had like 20 voicemails from people but hardly had the energy to even listen to them.  

I slept on and off most of the day and had some tea and toast around 5 in the afternoon.  

I just rested until I realized that while my immunity system was at an all time low an ugly nasty cold had squeezed it's way in.  Now came the hacking cough [sympathy???].  This is where it gets crazy.

I got up at 4AM to take a swig of some leftover prescription cough syrup.  Who reads directions at that hour? [shake well].  Apparently all of the major drug part rises to the top.

Oh My God.  I finally fell asleep to the worst nightmares ever.  It was like Texas Chainsaw Massacre only I was the star.  I dreamed that my car was stolen with the 7,000.00 rug in it we are using for the Show House.  I did not wake up until 10:00 Sat morning.  It was like in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy woke up in Kansas and everything was normal again.  Birds were chirping and singing, the sun was shining.

All I kept thinking....well I thought a lot of things.... why is my husband out of town, thank God it didn't happen next week when I have the install to the Show House and of course [thinking it was the flu] why did I sneer at my doctor when she tried to strong arm me into getting a flu shot.

The point to all of this is that I was supposed to go to the Mart on Friday and Scott's on Sat.  I am sorry to say that I have no Scott's pictures this month.....but I did put on my game face and make the trek to the mart for a few hours.

My friend Sudi decided to take the leap and actually go into the official pillow business!  This was her first show so I had to go give her support.

Here is a look at her booth!

I asked her what was selling the best and she said neutrals!  I am not surprised are you?

My pictures aren't so hot....I am surprised I had the strength to hold the camera :)

She has a Facebook page now!

This is the week we install at the Show House.  Yep....better known as "hell week" I am sure.  It will be crazy busy but I will definitely try and post some pictures.  You can also follow me on instagram sherryhdesigns for the inside scoop!

Food poisoning or the flu......does it really matter?

The ONLY good part.....5 lbs lost.

I guess the romance is over with us.....I have shared the ugly.

Shaheaving.......

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