Sicker than a dog, March 1st, 2008

I can't remember the last time I was this sick. What is wrong with me I wonder? Waking up so cold, shaking, shivering, in so much pain having to rock back and forth to ease a little of it. I could barely get out of bed to get down the ladder to feed the pets, let alone chop wood and get the fire going. See I don't really plan ahead. Then I realized my cell phone was dying, and the charger was in my car wich was at the bottom of the driveway, almost an 1/8th of a mile away. So I made a quick call to my ex-boyfriend for help. knowing he was the closest person that would help me, what a nice guy. It seemed like forever before I heard the waaaaah waaaaah of his sled ripping up the hill, I was feeling sicker by the minute. He had a bag of relief with him, juice, nyquil, crackers. After he started a nice warm fire he quickly took off and once again I felt alone and helpless. The next morning I woke up, cold and weak, and knew I couldn't take care of myself, and once again called my ex-boyfriend to come rescue me. He took me to town and dropped me off at my parents where I recovered quickly under the care of my mom.