Denial

I'm in denial. I'm really not sick. Or at least, really not ready to admit it. I've got too much to do at work and home to be sick, plus I have a weekend at Mom's to look forward to. I'm not sick. No.

I didn't really have a fever of 103 yesterday. Nor did I want to throw up all day. I didn't spend most of the day in the bathroom. Really.

I also didn't have the shakes last night and I didn't go to bed at 6 p.m. only to wake up, exhausted, 12 hours later, drenched in sweat from my fever breaking.

Really, I do feel a heck of a lot better than yesterday, though. I'm functional, and I think I'll be able to get to Evansville tonight without too many problems. I plan to try anyway.