Sunday, 27 February 2005

This is an easy day to write about. I made nine trips to the bathroom in the course of the night. I think I have actually been having a fever for the past couple days because I woke up in a sweat and the prickly, sore skin feeling was gone.

I spent the entire day in bed (unless I was in the bathroom). I listened to many conversations coming up from the deck but had no energy to do anything. I couldn't even read. Didn't eat much either. Tried to drink water. Laid in weird positions on the bed. Whatever was closest to the door. Worried Mom. Going to get me to a doctor tomorrow if nothing gets better. Mom came up with a thermometer and my temp was a little over 100 degrees. So I guess it hadn't broken. I am really curious what it was when I was actually feeling hot.