Sunday afternoon we visited my mother, and Steve slept while she and I chatted. Then we went to Mass and he became very emotional on receiving the Eucharist. I've seen intense emotion affect his function before, but this was worse, and we had to stop a few times on our way to the car so he could regain control and strength in his right leg. He told me his throat was sore again and he began coughing/strangling frequently. Monday morning the respiratory symptoms continued, but he was functioning just fine in his usual workday routine. He made two driving trips to see customers that morning. In the middle of the afternoon, I received a call from one of Steve's co-workers who asked me to come get him, because he was in a bad way.
And yes, he was in a bad way. He couldn't walk at all, he had wet himself, his vision had gone very blurry, and he was very foggy. Two of his co-workers had to carry him out of his workplace and put him in our car. I soon realized that he was running a fever with the 3rd flare in the past two months of an untypable flu. The 2 previous bouts of this were flimsy in comparison. This time it happened within a course of Tamiflu which is supposed to be effective against this flu. Steve said the temperature rise came on very quickly, he fell in the floor at work in a low traffic area, couldn't get up, and a co-worker eventually found him and helped him to his office chair. Anyway, he was and still is very embarrassed. I've seen him in this state before in past years during bouts of flu, but nobody else has. It's unspoken between us, but we are both worried about the effect this could have on his job security.
It was rather unnerving getting him from the car, into the house, and into bed---we did it with rolling office chairs. Two years ago we didn't have a driveway or a sidewalk, and I had to carry him on my back. It was even scarier when his fever continued to rise despite the Motrin he had taken before we left his workplace. I packed him down with ice and bags of frozen vegetables, and the fever finally began to drop after about an hour of that. After a while, he very shakily was able to walk with my help to the bathroom. He's home today, still using Motrin to keep the fever down, resting, sleeping, and probably wishing I would stop calling him.
This is probably "a walk down memory lane" for those of you who are further along in your MS progression, and I'm certain you can recall how disturbing it was at the time. I took a whopping dose of melatonin last night and slept more than usual, but today I feel like I haven't slept at all. Thanks for "listening."