I thought I'd post about the weird little sickness I've had this week.
The first sign of it happened late Sunday night. In the middle of the night I slipped out of bed -- maybe to get food or to use the restroom -- and I suddenly found myself shivering. The thermometer in my apartment said it was 72°. Odd.
Then I was fine all day Monday. I trotted around town catching up on errands. Then that night, around ten pm, some serious chills set in, this time with the queasy, achey feelings I associate with a fever. I shivered, went to bed, and piled on blankets. A bit later, my temperature was 100.3° -- not a high fever, but my body was trying to cook *some* kind of pathogen to death.
I woke up Tuesday morning feeling relatively normal, but also covered in blankets and drenched in sweat.
The last two days have been odd. The symptoms -- malaise, a slight unproductive cough, body aches, and headaches -- have come and gone. And it's a very, very *clear* coming-and-going -- either I'm just fine (as I am just now), or it's oh-god-I-have-to-lie-down. On Tuesday afternoon I checked in with the office health clinic. They figured out that it wasn't flu (whew), and told me to get back to them if it got worse.
Last night I didn't have any obvious chills, but then I wound up with insomnia in the wee hours, and today I was loopy and aching through most of the workday. (This made my regularly-scheduled employee evaluation interesting.) After a couple of hours' lie-down at home, I was alert enough to set up my Roku box, which was time-consuming but not particularly thinky.
At the moment I seem to be more-or-less normal.
So now I suppose I just wait for this beastie, whatever it is, to go away. I guess I'm not going to the Fed tomorrow, unless tonight's recovery is permanent. I suspect I won't make it to KBB, if the strange illness sticks around.
It's weird, though. This doesn't have any conventional cold symptoms. There's no congestion, or sneezing, or sore throat. Even the cough is minimal. And when I feel okay, I feel pretty much 100% okay. At those times, I find myself wondering if this is all in my head -- that is, until the next round of shivering and instant-exhaustion sends me back to bed.
In any case, it's not a good start to 2011.
 Yes, I have a thermometer in my apartment.[1b]
[1b] Two thermometers[1b1], actually -- both of my digital wall clocks have indoor/outdoor thermometers.
[1b1] Three, if we count the thermometer on the thermostat, but that one's hard to read accurately.
 I'm calling it an "ague" on twitter, just because I think we need to give that word more use.
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