I've had a fever going on four days now. Last night it reached 102.7 and I swore my skin was going to start to bubble and blister. It took over two hours to fall asleep because the heat of my body ricocheted off my feather bed, making me feel hotter than I already was.
This morning I was only 99.9, but I can feel my cheeks getting hotter.
I have perked up though. (I laughed a few times. And joked with the kids this very morning.) Just in time to get back to the dishes and laundry that have piled up.
I'll be back. Eventually. I just didn't want you to think I was locked in the chicken coop again.