Two days ago I was setting up a portable heater in our house (It gets very cold at night and not only do we not know if our furnace works, but we're not sure we want to find out) when it bounced back and hit be in the face. My tooth went through my lip. That was the extent of the damage; a swollen, bloody, cut lip.
Until four in the morning, when I woke up with some severe nausea. I spent the next twenty four hours with flu symptoms; freezing to death while running a high fever, muscle cramps, not being able to move...
Drek stayed home from work to take care of me and our little one. He is so great. He read a book to me. In the book was a women with polio who had spent the last thirty years inside an iron lung. She had contracted polio at seven months pregnant and actually gave birth inside the iron lung. Amazing, no?
Anyway, instead of being inspiring as was intended, it scared me to death. "Drek!" I moaned. "What if I have Polio? What if I have to spend the rest of my life inside an iron lung?"
He wasn't very sympathetic to my wild ideas. "How in the world would you have gotten polio?"
"From the heater! My tooth! My cut lip! I must have contracted the virus on the plane coming back from Hometown, harmless enough, until my tooth cut my lip, giving the virus direct access to my bloodstream! It just happened to be the one single virus that bypasses my polio vaccine! I'm dying!"
But, this morning I woke up just fine. My fever had broke and after easing my tummy back on to solid foods, I'm feeling great.
I was finally able to call my sister, Mei-Mei, and tell her congratulations on her mission call! She got it yesterday and opened it while I was on Skype, but I wasn't very responsive because I was dying of not-polio.
So, Congratulations, Mei-mei! We are so excited for you!