Some years ago, it was November, and my mother and I planned to go to my aunt's for Thanksgiving. It was just the two of us, so it didn't make sense to make a big dinner at home.
As the holiday approached, however, things changed. Mom came down with sort of cold or flu, and was miserable. She coughed, she hacked, she blew her nose. She stayed in bed, and wasn't interested in doing much of anything, even eating. At one point, she decided she was going to get up and go into the living room. She stayed out there for about an hour, then went "I'm going back to bed." I also commented that we probably didn't need the central heat on, because Mom was radiating plenty of heat.
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| A gamer's depiction of how high the fever was. |
