Do you ever get the feeling that a fever has broken?

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If you remember the last time you had a major illness, with whatever else but including a fever.  A fever that lasted for days, perhaps starting slowly, then building, and maybe slowly reducing at the end or not maybe.  Then, when the fever goes, and your mind and body are back to some comfort to allow you to have normal sleep and normal dreams.  If I am not there, I am inching to it.

I went to bed somewhere around 7:00~9:00.  I called my mother before going to bed.  She sounded well, though... Well, I think I piss her off, somehow, from time to time.  That's part of the job description, goes with her's too.  I'm not sure what it was, and if she isn't going to tell me, I'm not going to know.  I might well not care either way.  This.  Is.  LIFE!  *grins*  Teh women.  Love them all you want, just watch out.  Besides murdering you, they can also love you to death.  Proper men do no such thing.  Not... like that.

Dreams, again.  I suppose as the 'fever' fades, things are being shaken up.  I won't say it's a literal fever.  It's... some affect of the medicine.  I am not quite through it, completely, but it is... hmm... quieting.  The medicine does a similar thing to when I first became it.  It grabs my heart and slows it down.  My body is still trying to run as a rabbit, but my heart is being halted.  The rest of my body rages, sucks for oxygen, attempts to push beyond the limit, and is, really, dying.  It is another death.  That is why they don't like pushing medicines so fast, quite often.  Rejection, because it feels horrible.  It feels like death, if because it is.  I know the taste of death.  If you ever want to try it, jump on my medicine at my level even.  I don't think it would kill you.  You would, though, feel like you are dying.  Though... in all seriousness, I wouldn't recommend it.  One unforeseen chink in your health and they'd be planting you in the six foot "circular file".  With your card, "here's your ticket", and your Darwin's award.  :p

Actually, it should kill me.  Oh well.  Can't say I've never tried.  *grins*  As I wrote, I think the... grunge from medicine is fading.  I'll still need recovery time, but that doesn't mean I won't work if I can.  Gosh I like to work.  I want to finish the little part in the bathroom, get the compost center up, clean the back roof sections and gutters, and... some other things.  Bleh.  I love and hate some work.  Mowing (when I can), watering, planting, and a few others, which just spend calories, are absolutely fantastic.  The ones I have a love-hate relationship with are the ones that can get technical, or provide problems that can become so deep, overwhelming really, that...  Like the bathroom.  Even so, I will get to these and those in time.

You know, once I get things squared, I might be able to pay off my house in a decade, and have certain improvements in to make it more liveable and valuable.  A decade, hmm?  Maybe.  That's sort of the goal.  If they won't work with me on refinancing, I'll just... burn it through on my end.  Later.