Last night, my fever was at 102, which was enough to make me downright dizzy. Ai was nice enough to come over and be good company but not demanding. And we finally opened her gift to the house: Maple whiskey! Yum.
Today, I still feel yucky, but my fever is mostly hovering around 100, and my mind, while not running in its top gears, is, at least, cranking along. My cough keeps acting like it would LIKE to be productive, but it's really not, which is definitely the most painful part.
On the bright side, I feel like I'm going to kick this thing in good time, so I should be back up to speed by next week.