I’ve been sick for the last few days, and it’s not been fun. I thought I was finally over it yesterday, as I was feeling pretty good when I woke up from my nap in the afternoon.
At 8pm, I mentioned that I was feeling hot, and it was apparent that I was running a fever. I stood in front of the fan for a while, but I wasn’t getting any cooler. I took my temperature, and it was just below 103.
I filled the tub with cool water and soaked in it for the next two hours, shivering all the while. At intervals, I took my temperature, and it was steadily rising. When it hit 103.6 at midnight, I got out of the tub, and my wife drove me to the hospital.
I spent three hours mostly lying on a bed in the hospital and listening to music on my Zune in between the poking, prodding, aaaahhhing, and swabbing my throat for strep. That test came back negative, so the doctor diagnosed me with an “acute febrile illness.” That’s a fever to us non-doctor types, but I could have told him that.
And since I had a fever, my prescription is more cowbell.
About 8 hours after it started, the fever dropped to 102, and I fell asleep.