So I am out (again).  No one has yet to figure out what happened, or why my temperature was so messed up.  I have very few memories of the first few hours in the ER; supposedly I was held in the hallway for an hour, but I only remember being there for just a few seconds.  I only remember the triage area because they took my temperature twice, and my daughters were arguing with the nurses, telling them that my temperature had been very low.  Beyond that, I don't remember much except after getting into a regular ER room.

The only abnormalities they could find was a slightly elevated aspirin level and that I had barbituates in my system.  Well, duh.  I always have barbs in my system.  I have to take them daily.  The aspirin level doesn't make much sense--until the over thirty pounds I lost is counted.  Maybe all my medicines need to be adjusted for the loss.  (I was trying to wait until I finished losing weight.  I guess I don't have the option of waiting.)

I did get bit by a spider right before I became ill this time.  My hand and arm are still swollen.  Jessica said she believes it was a black widow.  I don't know.

Here's to hoping I get over all of this, and soon.  I want to have at least a slightly more normal life.