So last night I was sitting there wondering why I had the chills. I got up and put on another layer of clothes. Nope, that didn't work. I turned off the ceiling fan, no. Hum. Uh oh. I took my temperature and sure enough-102.8 Great, just great. I popped some pills, wished my husband and son good night and went to bed.
A few hours of tossing, turning and sweating later I moved to the couch where I took my temperature again. 105.6, I knew I was in for misery. Not just because of the bad TV thats on at that hour either.
So far, I've been taking Ibuprofen every 4 hours and the lowest I can get my temp is 103.
My biggest concern is that now I'm going to get Gryffin sick- again.