||[Oct. 14th, 2004|07:25 am]
I don't know what the fever is at, but there is definately one there. Chills. Spacey headed. |
Meeting at 10:30. Hopefully I can form some coherant thoughts.
I want my bed.
I'm sorry you are sick baby.
Do you have a cold?
I don't know. I mean, I feel a little congested. Throat a little scratchy. Ears a bit sore.
Mostly I just have the chills and feel really feverish.
oh sweetie, if I could send you to bed I would. Something is in the air with allergies, that might be it. AWW honey I wish I could make them let you go to bed. *huggles you up*
I don't really have allergies. I don't run fevers very often.
I'm guessing something on the plane.
might be, poor baby. I wish you felt better. I hate you not feeling good.
*snuggles you with a blankie, flips on the t.v. with Princess Bride on and holds ya til the fever goes go away* that is what I wish could happen cos you dont feel good. *the whole world fades away and Dean's mind gets Dean time*
my mom just flew on a plane last week and sounds like she had the same as you...fever, congested, throat, stuffy, ears plugged too.
Airborne is your friend. I take it every time I'm on a plane. Which is a lot.
Hope you feel better!
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