Umm... I don't suppose an oven thermometer counts, does it?

Oh! I have one of those!

I've never bothered buying a human thermometer because I can always tell when I'm running a fever.

Announcement: My apartment reeks.

Analysis: Dirty dishes in the sink + lingering litter box smell (despite having just cleaned it) + garbage under sink + 100 degrees = NASTYASSSMELLYAPARTMENT

I desperately want to clean, but I kid you not, it's so hot in here that I can't. I shall tackle teh STINK tonight.

I bought a thermometer with my last uti that may have been a kidney infection, because the only way my doctor would agree to let me go home was to agree to track my fever.

Seriously done. For.

I am hungry. But probably not cannibal hungry.

Horseradish does make a lot of things better.

I own a digital thermometer, and I took it to the ER with me when I had to go there for the Mystery Fever That Could Have Been a Problem But Turns Out, It Wasn't so that I could calibrate it. I think they were amused. But, anyway, it was right on par with the hospital's thermometer.

Why did I do this? Because I was raised on the old-fashoined mercury filled thermometer, baby, and I can trust what I can see - the mercury rising. These newfangled digital doohickes? I don't trust 'em.

Sweetheart, I love you but -- if you're old enough to live on your own, you should have a thermometer.

Heh. I know, I know. I had one. We had to use it on the cat a couple of months ago though and I haven't picked up a replacement. I'll do that when I visit the pharmacy tomorrow. Right after my doctor appt. Promise!

All that said - doctor - FIRST thing tomorrow. You must be 1000% healthy by the time I get out there.

I'll call the minute they're open tomorrow morning. Honest engine. (I have no idea what that means.) But the owies should definitely be gone by the time you get here.

Yes. When you reach an internal temperature of 135 degrees, you are done.

Bwah! Good to know.

Kristin, good luck with tackling the apartment stink!

I can't read mercury thermometers for anything, so I keep a digital one around. It's better than nothing. You better keep that promise to get a new one, Nicole, and to get into the doctor tomorrow, or you're going to have a lot of Buffistas shaking their fingers sternly at you.

Honest engine. (I have no idea what that means.)

I could be wrong, but isn't the saying actually the completely non-PC "honest Injun"?

I could be wrong, but isn't the saying actually the completely non-PC "honest Injun"?

Nicole, you can take Tylenol, or Motrin, or something to help take the edge off, too. I wish you were local, I'd drive over and drag you (gently) to a doctor, tonight.

Eeek! Blame the pain! Blame the PAIN!

Sorry for the non-PC usage!

You better keep that promise to get a new one, Nicole, and to get into the doctor tomorrow, or you're going to have a lot of Buffistas shaking their fingers sternly at you.

I'm at the point now that if I could find an urgent care clinic that didn't close at 4pm today, I'd actually go. So - no worries about me not heading to see the doc first thing tomorrow morning. I'm getting ready to email my supervisor right now and then maybe try to pass out for a bit. If I can. I kinda think the urge to pee might hurt my plans for blissful and painless sleep.

Hey, you didn't know. No worries.

So sorry about the pain. I hope you get through the night with minimal amounts of it, sweetie.