Fever

Zack was right. This morning at Kaiser the travel nurse laughed at me when I told her I was going to do laps at the pool after my appointment--not because it was raining outside, but because of what she was putting in my arm. "You better swim fast, girl, if you're going at all because in four hours I guarantee you you're going to have a raging fever."

Ugh, so maybe three vaccinations in two days was too many after all. I spent the rest of the afternoon alternately sweaty and freezing, asleep on the couch oblivious to Oprah and whoever else fills the airwaves of daytime TV. "Do you want me to bring you anything to eat for dinner?" Aubrie asked on the phone, concerned, as the room swam around me and the very thought of food made my head hurt even more.

No, thanks...