a wolf angel is not a good angel

Last night, I was freezing cold, so I decided to turn the heat on overnight. (I woke up too warm, of course.)

I felt tired all day, but I always feel tired all day, though this was worse than usual. And then tonight I couldn’t follow stupid tv shows. So I thought, oh, I’ll take my temperature, and it’s 37, which is very slightly high for me, but nothing significant. I get orange juice and continue watching. Half an hour later, my mother picks up the thermometer that she saw me using beforehand and says, “Oh, this is the thermometer that doesn’t work, probably you have a fever. Let me get you the real thermometer.” But of course by then I’d had lots of cold orange juice, and my temperature is a bit above normal, so I suppose I do have a fever. But now that it’s been long enough for my mouth to get back to whatever feverish temperature it would be at, I have taken tylenol, so again, my temperature is right around normal.

If I weren’t all addled by being sick, of course I wouldn’t care exactly what my temperature is. But I am sick and I want some number to quantify precisely how sick I am and it’s bothering me enough that I am having trouble falling asleep.

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