Every three years or so, I get a really bad flu bug. Apparently 2018 was my year because starting January 2nd, my temperature started climbing. And climbing. And climbing.
At its peak, I was at 103.6 and was starting to hallucinate about magic things happening on the fringes of my vision. I shouldn’t be surprised as my normal body temperature hovers around 97 degrees. But what always surprises me is that cold that seeps into your bones and no amount of blankets can take it away.
Even aspirin and Nyquil had no affect on the fever, although I did get to pass out so that works. I went to sleep shivering and teeth chattering and woke up the same way. Always fun. I did think I was over the worst and managed to work yesterday only to come home and discover I was at 101.2 again.
That explained why I was cold most of the day. I woke up this morning soaked in sweat but not cold. Well, until I walked the dog. Then it was the outside temperature that made me cold. And when I came inside I warmed up. Bliss.
Now I just have to wait until my food tastes normal again. (FMI about why food tastes off when we’re sick click here.)
Until next time.