Today is the second day of feverish chills and it isn’t funny. I don’t feel sick sick with my head down the mouth of the loo and my insides going outside. No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just the recurring bouts of chills in the sizzling desert afternoon. I can still go about my daily business, but I am still officially feverish. No doubt about that.
I started my day downing another bowl of spicy Korean noodles and ended it with glasses of hot water to help me sweat out the fever. I think the hot water sips did better than the bowl of Korean noodles. So yes, I really would like to be in hot water. Literally. Perhaps like a teabag, but unlike the teabag, I think I’d like to have more than five minutes in hot water. I need more than five minutes to really sweat it all out.
Please fever, go away. I want to come out and play (which means, ehem, eat).