{"id":2276,"date":"2009-10-05T02:00:44","date_gmt":"2009-10-05T09:00:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/?p=2276"},"modified":"2009-10-04T20:13:02","modified_gmt":"2009-10-05T03:13:02","slug":"fever-pitch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/fever-pitch\/","title":{"rendered":"Fever Pitch"},"content":{"rendered":"

I had the strangest fever all weekend. Now I know why I went to bed at 8:30 p.m. Thursday night.<\/p>\n

I woke up Friday feeling fine. So I thought. The dog had to go in to the vet’s for the day, so we didn’t have time for a walk (she wasn’t allowed to eat anything, and she always grabs something off the ground\u00a0on our walks). Then I had errands to run downtown. Returned home, picked up the dog after some writing, and realized I was feeling a tad warm. I didn’t think anything of it. Nope, I didn’t walk the dog in the afternoon because she<\/em> had to recover from her teeth-cleaning, not because there was anything wrong with me, you understand. Then the afternoon wore on, and I realized I only had enough energy to lie in front of the TV and vegetate\u2014something I only do during the day when I’m sick. But I wasn’t sick! I was just too lazy to walk the dog (another very rare occurrence that should have clued me in).<\/p>\n

Friday night, my Liege and I went out to an impromptu dinner. By this point, I was very emotional (watching Sicko<\/em> before meeting him made me cry), and I went to bed early again.<\/p>\n

Saturday morning, I awoke bright and early. My Liege offered to walk the dog alone, something that rarely happens. I hopped onto the computer, eager to get a ton of business-of-writing stuff accomplished. Then it hit me. I was either having the world’s biggest hot flash or I had a fever. I spent most of the day sleeping. When a friend mentioned that hot flashes usually don’t last 12+ hours, I finally admitted I might be sick.<\/p>\n

I spent all of Saturday and Sunday in my pajamas. Sunday was a little better. No long naps (I only sleep during the day if I’m utterly exhausted or ill), but I couldn’t walk the dog again in the morning and I spent all day lying in front of the TV. Between Saturday and Sunday, I managed to scratch two items off my massive biz-of-writing\u00a0To-Do list. And I considered that an accomplishment.<\/p>\n

This was a very weird illness, because my only symptom seemed to be the fever. And tiredness. And thirst. I drank tons of water, rested for eons, and, okay, did the laundry, managed one afternoon walk with the dog,\u00a0and pretended I was going to make dinner. Instead, I ate cashews and chocolate ice cream and caught up on my movie watching.<\/p>\n

\"movie_goyas-ghosts\"Goya’s Ghosts: <\/em><\/strong>Excellent. Watch it. Natalie Portman did an excellent job. As did Javier Bardem and Stellan Skarsgard (I’m starting to wonder if there’s any role Bardem doesn’t<\/em> do well). Barely recognized Randy Quaid!<\/p>\n

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day: <\/em><\/strong>I endured about 20 minutes before deleting it from the digital recorder. I enjoy Frances McDermond and Amy Adams, but after Goya’s Ghosts<\/em> I just…didn’t care.<\/p>\n

Last Chance Harvey:<\/em><\/strong> Enjoyable enough for a Sunday afternoon. If you like Dustin Hoffman, you’ll like this movie.<\/p>\n

Ghosts of Girlfriends Past:<\/em><\/strong> My Liege rented this for me Saturday evening. I enjoyed it, but Matthew McConaughey is starting to wear on me. I know, sacrilege! It seems that all the characters he plays lately\u00a0are the same\u2014charming slimeballs. I’ve met a charming slimeball or two in my lifetime, and I’m really not a fan of the type. I’d really like to see McConaughey play some meatier roles. On the other hand, I thought Michael Douglas was a hoot as McConaughey’s uncle.<\/p>\n

Oh, and Sicko:<\/em><\/strong> Enjoyed it, even though it made me cry. This movie about the American medical system made me VERY glad I live in Canada, although now I’m seriously considering moving to France.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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