Fever!

Yesterday I woke up with a mean, rumbly, unhappy stomach, but was feeling mostly better by the time I got that call about the interview. I decided to take a shower and to interpret the small remaining pain in my belly as hunger.

In the shower I noticed a slight feverish feeling. It got worse while I was cooking and I had to sit down several times. By then, I wasn't really hungry. I ate a little anyway. And canceled my plans for Saturday night dancing in case this was some new cold that no one else should have to get.

I spent the afternoon perfectly warm and sleeping--I had on a sweatshirt, hoodie, jeans, socks, flannel sheets, and comforter, plus it had warmed up in the house to the upper sixties. I think you're supposed to let a fever run to help it kill whatever needs killing unless the fever gets too ridiculous.

At supper time, I tried some of Robin's hibiscus mint tea. Boy, that stuff is nasty. Maybe sugar and cream would have helped. And ice cream and chocolate syrup. Or maybe not. I just drank down the two ounces I had pored like medicine.

I had a little chocolate milk and some crackers. And because I had a headache and still some weird stomach pains, I took two ibuprofin.

That broke the fever. And gave me much of my energy back. Weird. I still managed to sleep all night. Today I feel fine except for not quite knowing if that discomfort in my stomach is telling me to eat or not to eat and still having low energy. Oh, and I still have the lingering cough from last month's cold.

Is it really a new cold? Was it food poisoning? I don't know.