Oh Noes

I woke up this morning with a massive headache, legs that ached in a way they really haven't since I stopped growing (circa 2002), chills, and a fever of 100.1. My initial thought was that I couldn't be hung over, I really couldn't, I'd had two beers last night and if I was, this was going to bode very ill for Scotland.

My second thought was that Brother Boy's stupid cat had scratched my leg, and that the wretched beast has finally found a way to exact cruel revenge upon me for closing my door all the time (the liter box was moved into my room after I left for college.)

A quick search left me not entirely convinced that what I have is cat scratch fever - I mean, I think I'd know if my lymph nodes swelled up and they haven't - but I definitely have Something Bad, and orientation is on the 3rd. I operated all day today with the iron clad conviction that This Will Not Stop Me From Flying, but tonight my fever went up to 101.5 and that's really kinda high to take a Bear Grylls approach to travel. To be honest, maybe it's because my forehead can cook eggs right now, but I'm more stunned than upset about this. I had a month to be sick, a month, and this happens the day before I fly. I'm completely packed, too. Everything was ready to go. I was ready to go.



All I can do, though, is call the continental hotline and see how much they'd squeeze me for if I have to change my flight (Update: an extra $500. Pray for me, ya'll) pop a benadryl, and get mom to take me to the doctor in the morning. Te be continued...