I am home sick today, which I realized this morning was an even better idea than last night. Starting yesterday morning my chest tightened, a cough developed and I began to feel feverish. I took my temp after I got home and found that I did indeed have one, so I took some medicine (which I hate to do) and called in to work. Boy howdy am I glad I did, last night was probably the second worst night* I have had in my life in regards to fever. I took some medicine at 10:30pm, so by around 3am it was beginning to wear off. And that is where the night got fun, racked by extreme cold, I couldn’t seem to get warm even with my very thick faux-down comforter. But I was also half asleep, so the idea of getting another blanket for myself didn’t really occur to me. So at around 4:45am when my dear roommie, Becca was preparing for her early morning commute I begged her to get me another blanket. That helped, but still I found my body couldn’t stand the “huge drafts” that seem to creep in from under the edges of my blankets. Finally at around 6:30am I dragged myself out of bed and took some more medicine. Now it is weird I don’t really remember if I interacted with my roommates who get up around 7am, I kinda thought I did, but I definitely don’t remember anything. But fortunately around 7:30am my fever broke, so I had that lovely experience of laying on my bed with sweat pouring off of me. So yeah, being sick is pretty darn sexy.
* The worst night ever was one in China during SST in which everyone else was staying in the East Campus dorms, but because I was feeling sick I stayed behind one night and had the worst fever I think I have ever had. I was shaking and shivering uncontrollably, because despite the relatively warm temp of the bedroom I couldn’t get warm. That, my friends, was the longest night of my life.
