But by noon, I was feeling warm and achy, which is never good news. By the time I got home around 5, I was on fire. Really not good. So I covered up in two blankets and started the chill/sweating cycle. I was immediately determined to kick the bug's ass and not be sick today.
When I went to bed at 10, my balance was all screwed up and I was still feeling pretty shitty. Over night, I started with the chill/sweat thing again. I woke up at 12:30 and was still doing it. At 3:30, I woke up to pee, and the fever had backed off a little. At 4:30, I woke up in a puddle of my own sweat, yet I was freezing. The good news is that the fever seemed to have gone.
When I got up for good at 6, I didn't feel great, but certainly not as bad as last night. I still get little bouts of sweating this morning, but I think, overall, I beat the bug, and did it under 24 hours. Thank God! It's about time being sick didn't mean two or three days of shittyness. The only real problem I'm dealing with right now is that I'm insanely tired.
I beat the bug!