This title was inspired by a comment from my dad, and unfortunately it does pertain to fever. Monday I noticed I was sneezing a little bit, but nothing too bad. That evening Katie and I were watching The Constant Gardener (which really is as good as everyone says it is, Africa-obsession or not) and after another sneeze or two I commented on how I hoped that I wasn't getting sick. Skip ahead about 3 or 4 hours and I was sneezing, runny nose, sore throat- the works.
Long story short, it hit me quick and hard, and I have been down for the count for a few days, sleeping a lot and unfortunately missing all of my classes yet again. Not TOO terribly behind, but still, that's two absences per class within the first month of the semester. And the title of the post refers to my absolute worst moment, Tuesday night when I did indeed have at least 101.4 degree fever- the highest fever I have had for years. I may get sick a fair amount, but I'm not one too get substantially high fevers all that much. So anyway, hopefully I'll be back to blogging something more interesting than sunburns and fever spells soon.