So last night, around 7 pm or so, I started getting chills. Not the kind of chills that meant I was cold, no, these were the chills you get when you know something isn’t right with your body. Stubbornly, I try to push past them but by 8 pm, I know it isn’t going to happen.

So, off to bed I go. I snuggle in and can’t seem to get myself warm unless I’m completely bundled over. A half-hour, and several supplemental layers later, I’m asleep. I wake up around 11:30 pm. I’m burning up so get out from under my sheets and strip off a few layers. It’s not helping so I continue stripping. Eventually, I’ve got nothing but my sleeping shorts on. I would have preferred being in the nude, but because I have children, and they love barging in unexpectedly, that doesn’t get to happen.

Come 1 am, I’m starting to finally feel cool enough to attempt sleeping again.

Success.

I wake up at 6 am and begin my day no different than any other. Around 1:30 pm I’m starting to feel tired again, and fearing last night’s incident, find myself a nice parking spot under the shade of a tree and attempt to get myself an hour’s worth of sleep before having to deal with everything again.

Fifteen minutes into my “nap”, my phone rings. A child has injured themselves at school and I need to go pick them up.

The child is fine. It wasn’t more than bruising.

With that said, I can now begin questioning reality again.

How?

The timing?

Who did I kill in a prior life?

UUuggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

The lunacy of it all…

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