Recently I woke up around 1030 pm (both my wife and I had gone to bed a bit after 8 – PARTY!) and my clothes were soaked with sweat, as was the pillow I have between my knees, and my pj’s. It was … gross. BUT! My fever was gone, I felt great compared to how I was feeling when I went to bed.
After changing clothes, putting a towel down over my side of the bed (seriously … so much sweat), I laid back down and went to sleep.
But … aren’t fevers crazy?
Your Body: ‘Ok, we’ve got a code yellow. I repeat a code yellow. We have some intruders and we’re going to need to combat this so we feel good.’
Creepy, Dark-Hooded Phantom in the Corner: ‘Burn them.’
Your Body: ‘Uh … I mean … we’ve got lots of different blood cells, maybe we just concoct the right mix of -‘
Creepo: (Smiles) ‘Burn them all.’
Your Body: ‘Nah man, you’re not listening.’
Creepo: ‘Do you feel that?’
Your Body: ‘Wait! How are you doing this? Why are we so warm?’
Creepo: ‘No one likes it when the temp is set to 102!’
Your Body: ‘You’re perfectly freaking right no one likes it. Ahhh. I feel miserable!’
Creepo: ‘Yes. YES!’
Your Body: ‘How am I so cold? Quick! Blankets, all the blankets!’
Look, I’m no scientist, but this is how I figure it happens. There’s some pyromaniac living inside you who decides to just light the whole place up whenever something is amiss.
Psychotic, huh?
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