103º
Today I’m sidelined by a nasty fever. At one point last night, my temperature hit 103º. I knew it was bad when Bailey switched into comforting-dog mode, a far cry from her usual wild-dog-desperate-for-attention mode.
Ellen drew a lukewarm bath around midnight, which to me was torture. I was shivering like a crazy person. Two weeks ago, on my 28th birthday, I decided I wanted to join the Polar Bear Club. Clearly I’m not Polar Bear material. Put it this way: if I ever have secrets you’re trying to extract, just throw me in a tub of 58º water.
For only the second time in my long (and storied) career, I took a sick day. (Relive my earlier infirmity here.) But by two major indicators, I’m feeling better. My temperature has returned to double-digits, and Bailey’s back to her high-energy self. Speaking of, she’s running up and down the stairs with her blanket. Guess I’m not sick enough to not intervene.
Jason Rehmus Said,
August 13, 2007 @ 8:51 pm
Jason, I know the feeling. Not the “I’m too sick to work” feeling. (I never get sick.) Rather, I know the “Wow, my dog really can read my emotions and respond in kind” feeling.
Now I just need to figure how to get Rogue to think for me instead of just like me. Any suggestions?