Last week, I had a 36 hour fever...and the prescription was not more cow bell. The fever started on Monday afternoon while I was at work. At first I thought I was just tired. But after about an hour, I realized something was not right. I took my temperature and it was about 100. I took three advil and within an hour of that, my fever spiked to 102.
I was nervous about the fever being the only symptom. Was this a sign of a bacterial infection, as opposed to a virus? I call the advice nurse, who transferred me to an on-call doctor. I really don't like talking to a non-CF doctor, but this doctor did the best she could. She sent me for blood work and a chest x-ray. She also prescribed a anti-biotic, just in case.
The next day, in the later evening, my fever broke. It is amazing how 3 degrees difference in body temperature can make me feel so horrible. In addition to being sick, Ethan was away on a business trip. I had to try and take care of myself, the dogs, and the house with no help. Uggg.
Even though the fever was only 36 hours, it took nearly five days to really recover. I had little energy, felt dizzy if I got up too fast, and had very little appetite. I certainly was not exercising. I am thankful I am feeling better now. I am also thankful the fever seemed to be viral and not a serious bacterial infection.