So, I almost died.
Well, not really. I just felt like it might be better if I did. I was struck by the flu bug (or at least that's what my old lady would like me to believe... I think it was lead poisoning or tuberculosis) while at work on Wednesday. I started to feel as though I was going to faint and that sensation lasted for the last four hours of my shift, which is largely spent standing up. I toughed it out, though.
Upon leaving Little City, I returned home to a house that could not have been any warmer than 60 degrees. I turned on the heat and got under the two blankets having shed only my shoes and proceeded to shiver uncontrollably (very much like an episode I had on I-35 in Iowa which is an entirely different story, or more importantly, an entirely different blog entry) for at least the next half hour.
When my roommate got home, he gave me some Tylenol and about an hour and a half later, Jackie checked my temperature which had gone down to a measly 102.1 degrees.
I'm still not feeling well. I'm coughing all the time. And I think the fever has come back, but I'm healthy enough to have to work...