Monday, July 30, 2012

37.8

...is the centigrade equivalent of 100.4 farenheit.  Which is precisely the temperature I found that I'm  running, once I decided that two days of apathy plus one day of complete physical exhaustion was not normal, and decided to take my temperature.

No wonder I've been exhausted.

Not to worry, though: I'm in a friend's home, his mother is fussing over me, and I'm drinking juice and eating watermelon and pears.  And I'll likely sleep at least 10 hours tonight. But I'm leaving Blarg city in just over 72 hours, and I really wish I was fit enough to be out enjoying it.

7 comments:

Belle said...

Oh, poor thing! Do you have a long flight home ahead of you? I hate flying when I'm sick.

Comrade Physioprof said...

Feel better soon!

Charleen said...

Oh, no... I jinxed you with my last comment!

Feel better!

Anonymous said...

Oh no, Notorious! I hope you feel better soon!

Martha

Notorious Ph.D. said...

Thanks for the good wishes, all. I woke up this morning and the fever had passed (though I'm a bit stuffed up). I'm not going to push too hard today, but at least I'm not staggering around.

Historiann said...

I think you're just sick because you must leave Blarg City when there is still so much work for you to do in the archives there & in the provinces.

AliceAcademic said...

Glad to hear you're feeling better. Safe travels home.