I'm sick. I hate being sick. Being sick is a sign of weakness and I'm not weak. I'm just sick. I picked up this fever flu-like sickness from some snotty nosed kid at the home show, I'm sure. Kids suck. I hate being sick.
I was so cold last night so I cuddled with my hot rice bag and hot water bottle, then I would wake up with the feeling that I was in some humid Mexican prison again. It was a bad, bad night. And the coyotes didn't help matters as they got the Chow all riled up again.
I just want to sleep. Does anyone know if 38.9C is a fever?