my mystery fever

I’ve had this weird fever all week. No other symptoms, just a fever. Well, headache too. (But I feel confident in saying I don’t have meningitis.)
I’m draggy, but not incapacitated…well, perhaps a little…
Early in week, I wrapped gifts, wrote, and took a pre-assessment for one of my education courses. I passed with no studying at all, now I can schedule that exam and check that course off my list. Boom! The next day, I did nothing but nap and take the hottest bath I could stand. Still didn’t break the fever. Yesterday, I got cute, went to the bank, post office, and to get my hair done. It nearly killed me. I came home and ate a bit, then pretty much fell asleep on the couch.
This morning I’m still slugging in my jammies, though I have stripped and remade the bed and put the sour, fever-smelling sheets in the washer.
This mystery fever has topped out at 102 and never dropped below 100. When I checked this morning, it was 101. I’m feeling a bit like Luigi from Cars. “Punch me Guido. Punch me in the face.”
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Not because I’m excited about Michael Schumacher’s Ferrai, but because I’m sick of his damn fever.

Of course, I’m one of those strange human beings who’s “normal” body temperature is closer to 96 than 98.6. This certainly caused a great deal of commotion with the nurse at every school I ever attended. When I was at 99 on her thermometer, the nurse would smile at me and send me back to class. My mom shut them down most of the time with a fierce phone call and a letter to be filed in the clinic that if I was at 99 or more she was to be called. That letter (or subsequent letters) followed me from school to school.

Anyway…
I’ve just put a small frozen pork roast in the sink of warm water to defrost. I’m going to cook it with some mojo and a bit of Nando’s Peri Peri sauce…but not too spicy, YBW doesn’t like it too spicy.
Is it starve a fever? I’m not sure. I’m so hungry! I’m going to feed this fever…
I’ll do laundry, even though it isn’t laundry day. I’ll try to finish wrapping the last of the Christmas pressies. (Hey, at least my OCD will feel well today.)
I will also take a nap. And maybe a bath. And maybe I’ll lie on the couch and watch Christmas movies…
I’m hoping I can go back to school tomorrow…cross your fingers, y’all!

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2 thoughts on “my mystery fever

  1. Feed a cold and starve a fever… Or so the old wives’ tale goes, and some of those old wives were pretty smart. 😉

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