*Sigh*....

I'm so embarassed.

I told my FTO pretty much first thing that I'm pretty sick, with what I'm not sure, and I could possibly be contageous. I told him I would be ok to work and if he wanted to send me home that he could. While he went to a meeting, I worked on a report. He came back and said that if I feel like I can work, that I'll just work and he'll roll down the windows so prevent catching whatever I have.

At first I was ok. The medicine was workin real well and I was able to actually listen to my FTO talk. Then it started to hit me. I was shaking in the report writing room, getting goosebumps everywhere. I was freezing. My FTO informed me it wasn't cold at all and just gave me a strange look. Then we went out and worked a crash. It was apparently 93 or so degrees outside and I felt fine. Then I started getting warm, then I was fine again. So, I continued on.

I'm back in report writing, writing up the crash report, when I start shaking and freezing again. The report took quite awhile, my FTO is very thorough and I was missing a lot of boxes (I still can't understand how I missed those?!). I was shaking, getting goosebumps again and this time I knew I wasn't ok. I finished the repot and while my FTO wrote the narrative (he was actually the primary officer) I stood up to use the restroom. That's when everything spun. I just could not balance myself. Obviously something was wrong.

I went up to Dispatch and used the thermometer (sp?). I had a fever of 101.3. Ouch. I haven't had a fever in years. It was about 2100 hours when I found this out. Sorry, 9pm. I'm all used to military time now.

I tell my FTO this. I figured he should know. He looked concerned and told me to get a cold cup of ice water and sit down and relax. Yeah, I guess I "relaxed". Really I felt like I was gonna keel over. My FTO tells me I should probably go home. He gives me a lecture of how being tough is good, but people will get pissed off at me if I spread whatever I have to them. True. So, I decide to go home. Then I realize, shit, I drove here and there's just no way I can drive home.

I felt like a wimp. I called one friend that I thought could possibly pick me up and hse couldn't because of work. So here I am, stuck at work, feeling like crap. My FTO offers me a ride home and at first I declined and said I would drive. He didn't argue. He just sat there, finished his report (about 2200 hours) and said 'Alright, so are you driving or is someone taking you home?'.

I guess I made the wise decision in letting him take me home. It's just embarassing to know that I was so weak that I couldn't even drive myself home. I mean, a fever of 101.3 isn't bad. I should've been able to drive myself home.

Anyway, he dropped me off and here I am. I took medicine and feel a little better, I think maybe the fever went down, but I'm glad I'm home. *sigh*

He told me I probably shouldn't go into work tomorrow. As much as I hate taking off, I think I might take his advice.

Anyway, this is a long entry for a short event so I'll wrap it up. Thank you for all the sweet comments. It's nice to hear nice things every once in awhile.

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