It started Friday when I was at work. I kept sneezing and blowing my nose. I went through like half a box of kleenex. I felt fine so I assumed I had just gotten a little cold. About ten o’clock that night, I felt really tired so I went to bed really early for me. I knew I had a fever as soon as I woke up. I checked and it was 99.9F. Not terrible but enough to mean I was actually sick. I lay back down and slept to about eleven thirty. When I woke up I knew something was really wrong. I felt weak, and tired, and confused. I checked and my temp had gone up to 102.4.
I would be ok because the space clowns would come with the medicine :). About an hour later the fever broke and I bathed in my own sweat. I celebrated the fever being gone… only it wasn’t It came back, not as bad that night. My fever broke like four times over the weekend. I mean if you are going to have a fever either kill off the evil virus or stop with the fever. I slept about 14 hours on Saturday and almost that much on Sunday.
They started out saying we were getting 1-3 inches of snow on Sunday. Then it went up to 2-4. I woke up Friday morning with a prediction of 4-8. By that evening it was back down to 2-4. Saturday morning it was 1-3. By Saturday night they said a dusting of snow. We got about an inch.
The one thing they did get right was the temperature. They predicted single digits and we got single digits. I sure hope/believe this will be the last of the single digit temps this year.