I don't feel too good...

Keima feels fine so is back at work today.

But I woke up feeling real yucky--that's the only way I can put it. I didn't want to admit I got COVID from my son, and told myself it was just my body reacting to the sudden winter cold temperatures we were getting. After all, my temperature was only 37.8 degrees celsius, and they don't really consider you sick unless you hit 38.

I made myself read 5 more pages of that book. Prisoners get temperatures all the time, and it's no big deal, right?

Well...in today's reading, an incarcerated pastor who had a history of fever, because of an inexperienced medical worker's treatment of it, actually died. He'd been a big source of encouragment to Ahn, reminding her that God was using her in His own way, and not to feel guilty she couldn't be just like other martyrs she'd heard of. And now that pastor, because of his fever, was gone.

Oh--I checked this afternoon, and my temp had gone up to 38.3. Hm; maybe my fever is a bigger deal than I thought, after all--I'll go snuggle up in warm bedding, drink lots of liquids, stay indoors ...and count on your prayers, ok?

P.S.: (I found out my husband has also come down with COVID and a sore throat. I made up a lemony syrup concoction for both of us, but he doesn't care for sour things, so I've ended up having a really large mug of it!)