The times they are a-changin’.
This post seems to be older than 17 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.
I wasn’t feeling too good yesterday, was on the verge of a cold…or so I thought. My about 11pm, I was feeling like puking (which is not a good feeling). I hit the sack a little before 12 and had the worst sleep in years. By 6am, I was feeling rather hot. I took my temp and it hit 99.1° F, which is hot for me. My normal is 97.8° F, or there abouts. It was frustrating though because my body was fighting me going to bed…I think I was a little delusional (I thought I was Josh Lyman running the Santos/McGarry campaign from The West Wing).
I decided to cancel going to my makeup chem lab, which was frustrating because I need to find another time to make that up now. I ended up sleeping until 8ish and I went into the bathroom, turned the shower on, and sat in the tub and let it fill up. I ended up taking a micro nap in the tub. I’m not quite sure how long it was, but it was long enough for the hot water tank to refill with hot water again. I got out, and went back to bed in my easy chair and slept until a little before 11. When I got up, I was feeling much much better. No temp, a bit of a cough, but I should live to fight another day.
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