fever and fever

Suddenly I felt pain in my arm, I thought about it, it should have been dumped by the thermometer.

The day before yesterday, it suddenly came up, and it didn't go away. Yesterday, I didn't have any appetite. When my father stewed his favorite tomato brisket, he couldn't be tempted. Just don't eat, drink and vomit. Look at the mother's heart.

I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't stop laughing. I woke up terrified. What's wrong with this? Burnt out? Listening to the words is still sane. Finally, I couldn't help it. I learned a few ancient poems together in the morning, and I recited them in a short while, and I just let go of my heart.

Until today, the fever has subsided twice and has risen again.

When it's not burning, I sweat all over to get some energy, and when I sweat, I cry cold, and it's still cold when I cover it with a quilt.

I got better in the evening, I knew I was hungry, I drank some brown sugar millet porridge, saying it was the best porridge. I ate another piece of steamed buns, looking forward to what I would eat tomorrow. . .

May the baby be safe in the days to come.