No, just tired eyes and a headache. It's been a long week with long, busy days and early mornings. I felt all out of sorts yesterday. I wonder how I got infected. It was a meeting with people from all around the country, so maybe someone brought along a virus. Or it could have been in the packed Make-Out Room on Friday night.

I also own a thermometer! I may even have two, because I think at one point I stole one from work (...we had a ton that we were sending out to sites for the patients, and I needed to take my temperature to see if I had strep throat again! Um.)

Hope you feel better soon, PC.

I think the only people who have them are parents of young kids, and me, Howard Hughes wannabe.

We have three digital thermometers, including one that takes your temperature in thirty seconds. (I am a sickly child and The Girl is a hypochondriac.)

and I do not pee in jars.

YET.

I have a tape thermometer. It lets me know when I actually have to go to the doctor to get antibiotics.

I am horribly blase about temperatures, since I had tonsilitis about 3x a year when I was a kid, and a "high fever" to me is anything above 102.

D. was freaking out when M. had a 100 fever, and I was all "Really? Water and some baby Tylenol, and wait 3 hours."

Possibly, they chopped out my maternal gene, since I was rather heartless about his stitches getting removed, also. "I do this for mt CATS -- quit whining, I've got tweezers."

I am horribly blase about temperatures, since I had tonsilitis about 3x a year when I was a kid, and a "high fever" to me is anything above 102.

My last roommate (before my long stretch of living alone) was a nurse, and she was the same way. If it wasn't over 102, then it was no big deal.

It was really hard to get sympathy from her.

One of the Most Magical things about having a lover is that, when I am ill, he goes into the World, and gets me stuff, like soup and ice cream shakes.

It's really wondrous, after all those years of living alone, and dragging myself out, shaking and ill, to the drugstore.

I dunno - my threshold for sympathy is much lower than my threshold for "a big deal." There's plenty of low-grade bugs that can make you feel like crap without being a big enough deal to call a doctor for.

(For a fever of 100 I wouldn't even give Tylenol unless it was going to make the difference between sleeping and not. 100 means your immune system is working - lowering the fever at that point just means you'll be sick for longer.)

Point, but at that point, I would have been a Horrible Monster of Child Death for not suggesting something.

Hee -- I'm pretty much a person of extremes when it comes to sickness; I'm either mint tea/toast/7-Up/wet washcloth or full-on Vicodin pounding. Not a lot of in-between.

This is possibly a sign that I should perhaps explore the world of A Happy Medium more.

I have a thermometer. I like to know if I HAVE a fever, but if I feel okay in other ways, I'll still go to work or whatever. After the years of migraines/endo cramps o'doom, a low-grade fever is as nothing to me.