Sick Day on Saturday
"I'm going to call Dad and let him know you won't be at work," Mom told me. I put up no protest. There I was at 7 a.m. on Saturday, sprawled out on my bed. My temperature had just clocked in at 99.8 degrees Fareneheit, a full two degrees higher than my normal temperature. My lower body felt so achy.... Sign in to see full entry.