I thought it would only take a few days of good solid rest to shake this fever and feel all better. Boy was I wrong. In an attempt to get better, I hadn’t left the house for three straight days (including missing our first volleyball game today) and my condition decides to take a turn for the worse. My fever had stayed steady for a couple days, but tonight I started to get some nasty chills: teeth chattering, knees knocking – you know the type. So I went straight to bed to take my temperature – I always feel better taking my temperature in bed – and Ladies and Gentlemen, we had a record: 103.5 degrees (or, as my thermometer said, 39.8). Even though it was 2:00am, I got my shoes on, placed Jan in front of her favorite episode of Frasier, and went to the emergency room.

To make a long story short, the doctor told me that I have some sort of flu and to take some paracetamol and give it another couple days. If I don’t feel better, I should go back and see him. So there you go. I could write more flowery descriptions of how much I was sweating and how the nurse laughed at me for putting the hospital ‘under the arm’ thermometer in my mouth, but I’m a little light headed at the moment. Off to bed and hope for the best. I’ve got a big week coming up.