...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.
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Oh, poor thing! Do you have a long flight home ahead of you? I hate flying when I'm sick.
Feel better soon!
Oh, no... I jinxed you with my last comment!
Feel better!
Oh no, Notorious! I hope you feel better soon!
Martha
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.
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.
Glad to hear you're feeling better. Safe travels home.
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