I knew I was an trouble Thursday afternoon when I felt scratchiness in my throat. Sleep was difficult that night. All day Friday, I coughed and lost energy. I drug myself to Dr. Seuss's birthday party in the Valley where I feel certain I infected the Cat in the Hat, the Grinch, Sam-I-am and all the children and parents who were dressed in their pajamas listening to Renan read a book.
Sleep evaded me again Friday night. Saturday morning I woke up to a 102 degree fever. I drank gallons of water and stayed in bed covered with three heavy blankets. I watched a lot of TV and took lots of naps. I should have napped more than watched TV - at least not the History channel. First I watched a Biblical history show which talked about leprosy and was convinced that was what I had. Next came a show called "The Plague" and I quickly re-diagnosed myself having the bubonic plague - symptoms include headaches, aching joints, fever of 101-105 degrees, a general feeling of illness. Death, surely, was just around the corner.
To my surprise, I woke up Sunday morning alive. Still sick, but the fever was gone. I was able to putter around the loft and craved cold milk (thank goodness I had some in the refrigerator).
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