So I guess I can't really blame the paint for my illness yesterday. It was just some weird, out of the blue fever/cold. As the day wore on, I got more sore and weak. By the time we got back from shopping, all I could do was lay on the couch and shiver. So finally, I got the idea that I should take my temperature. When I did, it was 99.9. So I took some Tylenol PM and went to bed (at 7:00), having Dom take my temperature every once in a while after that until he went to bed. My temperature climbed to 100.8 at the last check. That's not terribly high for a fever, but generally, my body temperature is pretty low (around 98.1). My whole body ached and I kept thrashing around in my bed, trying to get comfortable and warm. Finally, the tylenol PM kicked in and I was able to sleep. Until the walls started to shake and I woke up in delerium thinking “What the fuck? Am I dreaming?” Then I went out into the living room and Dom was using the power drill to put together our new dinette table. After that, I slept pretty well all night. This morning my fever was gone so I didn't call in sick to work. But I do still feel pretty weak and sore and my glands are pretty swollen still. WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?! I have no idea!! I've got my little space heater on and my hands are still cold so I don't know if it's going to come back or not.
Blah blah blah. I realize this is probably the most boring/whiny post ever. Sorry about that. I'll come back later with (hopefully) something interesting to say.
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