Knock, Knock, Knockin’

Still on deaths door. I have never had that much night sweats in my life. Last night, I drenched two t-shirts, the sheets were all wet, and I woke up with dish pan hands. The shirt that I took off and slung over a chair at 1 AM is still moist. I now know why they tell you to drink plenty of fluids when you have a fever. I just weighed myself, and I have only lost a couple pounds. By the way, the fever hit 102.5 before going to bed last night. It is 101.3 now. Are these numbers getting any sympathy from you all?

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