Fever to Tell

After a few days of running a fever of 100° F, I’m finally back at good ol’ 98.6° again. But I’m still hardly back at full strength — this cold has been tougher than I thought. I missed a full week of work, which in some ways is probably something my body needed, but I’m sure I’ll pay for it dearly next week. And now I have to turn my attention to packing up my overcrowded pad for my move to a new apartment next Thursday. Posts may be thin in the meantime.

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One Comment

  1. I’m glad to read that you’re back on your feet. Being sick is one of the worst things especially when you’re busy. I hate being sick, even if for a day.

    Good luck with the move!

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