And still they come...

On top of all this, I'm sick. Yesterday evening I lost the ability to stand upright, tried to grasp a saucepan which wasn't there although I could see it clearly, got into bed fully dressed and shivering, under a quilt and two wool blankets with a temperature of 102F (yes, I know that's not very high). My throat was and is very sore, intermittenlty feeling swollen. Paracetemol got my temp down to 101 after just over 12 hours, and last checked it was at 100.4 which is ok. Light hurts - yes, typing this is very painful, I'm doing it anyway because I'm going slightly mad - and my skin is very veyr sore. I'm also like a bear with a sore head, and starving hungry until food actually appears.

Until about 2 pm today I wanted to be in hospital, but since we couldn't contact a doctor and I couldn't think enough to explain to Rob how to get us out of the house and to the hospital, we didn't go. Now I think I might live after all, but I think this is unfair, as I'm now in all the normal baby pain AND something like flu and a migraine combined. Damn it.

Mormor Greta

Is not expected to last the night. She and Rob were very, very close. This is very hard for him.

RIP Margareta Gustava Wilhelmina Svensson

Died 8.10 pm Swedish time today. She was very tired, and missed her Evald very much; I hope they are together now. Her family will miss her sorely, all four generations now living.

Even my family will miss her; they heard so much about her that they felt they knew her.