spinthemoon (spinthemoon) wrote,

Living in the cone of uncertainty

Not really...it's pretty certain that Gustav isn't going to hit us directly, and we won't even be on the dirty side of the storm, but I think if I ever get around to writing a novel (someone send me a plot, 'k?) I will work "Cone of Uncertainty" into the title.

Last night, The Boy said he didn't feel well. I asked him if he was going to throw up, and he said no. And then a half hour later rather spectacularly proved himself wrong. Today he's running a fever. Now I don't feel well, but I can't tell if I'm really sick or if I'm just imagining I'm sick. 

According to the little fever strip, which is the closest thing to a working thermometer we have - and by the way, why can't you just buy a good old mercury thermometer any more - I have a fever of 102.8. I don't think that's right. I think my head is just hot. Feel free to insert "hothead" snark here. I think I would feel much, much worse than I do if my fever was 102.8. As it is, I just feel the same rundown/dizzy/hot/blah I've felt for the last two weeks.

I don't want to be sick, because tomorrow night is my 30th high school reunion. Technically, it's tonight as well, but I had only planned to go to the shindig tomorrow. I missed my 25th because The Boy came down with strep throat. I'm sensing a trend here. Do you think it's a conspiracy?

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