Hot-blooded, can’t you see.

Oh man. Sleep last night was not fun. It felt like I was on the edge of consciousness for a few hours. I could feel myself getting really hot, then really cold. I’d find myself all snuggled under my covers. It’s been a few years since I’ve been sick like this. I remember. It was mid-July 2004. A week after meeting Paige. I had a fever and she insisted that you have to “break” the fever. It wasn’t high enough to warrent it, I know that you should let a fever run its course. But she insisted. She wanted to give me a cold bath. I refused. I remember cuddling up against her for warmth. I passed out for a half hour.

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Whoa. I just had a major dizzy spell. Not sure what else to call it. It felt like all my senses were going fuzzy, and like I was going to pass out. I quickly threw myself on my bed, laying on my back. My entire body started sweating, and there was all this static in my hearing. That was really scary.

Now, I wasn’t going to GOTO class today. I swear. I know better than to GOTO school with a fever. But man, there is NO WAY I’m going to school now.

Ahem, I was telling a story. I snuggled up against Paige for warmth, because I felt fucking cold. I passed out for a half hour, and when I awoke, she was still watching over me.

One way I can tell how healthy I am is by my grip. My grip feels incredibly weak right now. But when I decided to get up this morning, I felt better than I did last night. Thankfully, I left the thermometer by my bed, so I could check it when I got up.

101.1 F.

Funny, I don’t feel 101.1.

I’m thinking of what comfort foods I have. No cheerios. But I do have.. bread. I haven’t indulged in toast in a long time.

In a few hours, I think I’ll call work and let Stacy know that I’m feverish. You know, so she’s not surprised when I call out tomorrow. I’m not a fool. I’ll also email my professors and profusely apologize. I already know one of the professors, and she’s never seen me miss a class. There’s just nothing I can do about it. Doctor’s note, my ass. You do not GOTO school with a 101.1 fever. I’ve gone to school sick plenty of times, but it’s always been just a benign cold. That, I can endure. But a fever? No, I’m sorry, I’m staying home.

I’m in my bathrobe. I may just stay in my bathrobe all day. I could use a shower, though I’m not sure if that is a wise idea. I’ll see how I feel. I would like to wash my bedsheets. Something about being sick always makes me want to wash them.

It’s going to be a long day.

Addendum: I was cleaning off the thermometer and trying to reset the temperature on it when I noticed that it, uh, wasn’t resetting. If I had the energy, I’d facepalm. I went searching to see if we had any others around. Found an electronic one. Average temperature of me was around 100.2. Not as high as 101, but certainly high enough for me to stay the fuck home.