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So that's what that feels like...
Stayed home sick from work yesterday. I slept a lot and laid on the couch a lot and whined to anyone I could catch on IM about how boring being sick was. I also spent a fair amount of time feeling either hot or cold completely without respect to the actual temperature of the apartment, and thought, Wow, I think I'm running a fever.
Last night I woke up from a dream in which Vecchio was studying a mutant alien cloned trilobite thing that people worshiped in between having wild sex with Victoria in the middle of the lab, and then I had to stop reading this fascinating fic to go to work, and was running late trying to find my shoes and still struggling to picture Victoria with her new short haircut. I opened my eyes on the clock, which read 1:46, and thought, There's always time for R-E-H-Y-D-R-A-T-I-O-N and reached for my cup of water, drank what was left and laid back down. Spent a fair amount of time generating too much body heat to actually keep a blanket on, but too cold without one to get comfortable, and then got up for more water. By 2:30, I'd developed a nasty headache, and got up again for Excedrin, pointing out v. cleverly to myself that if I did in fact have a fever, which seemed pretty incontestible at that point, the Aspirin in the Excedrin would help with that too. Sometime after three, still hot and achy, I finally fell asleep on thoughts of buying a freaking thermometer to take some of the guesswork out of the situation.
This morning, I woke up soaking with sweat and feeling more clear-headed than I have in a couple of days, and thought, Wow! My fever broke, and then, of course, Cool, now I know how to write that.
Last night I woke up from a dream in which Vecchio was studying a mutant alien cloned trilobite thing that people worshiped in between having wild sex with Victoria in the middle of the lab, and then I had to stop reading this fascinating fic to go to work, and was running late trying to find my shoes and still struggling to picture Victoria with her new short haircut. I opened my eyes on the clock, which read 1:46, and thought, There's always time for R-E-H-Y-D-R-A-T-I-O-N and reached for my cup of water, drank what was left and laid back down. Spent a fair amount of time generating too much body heat to actually keep a blanket on, but too cold without one to get comfortable, and then got up for more water. By 2:30, I'd developed a nasty headache, and got up again for Excedrin, pointing out v. cleverly to myself that if I did in fact have a fever, which seemed pretty incontestible at that point, the Aspirin in the Excedrin would help with that too. Sometime after three, still hot and achy, I finally fell asleep on thoughts of buying a freaking thermometer to take some of the guesswork out of the situation.
This morning, I woke up soaking with sweat and feeling more clear-headed than I have in a couple of days, and thought, Wow! My fever broke, and then, of course, Cool, now I know how to write that.