I guess I should have been tipped on by how little I ate yesterday and that it wasn't bothering me.
Last night, exhausted from a day of not doing anything much apart from listening to an audiobook (The Name of the Wind, again), I had an early night. I woke at 3am needing to pee and discovering my pillow was inexplicably soaked through. By morning the entire area around my head and shoulders had soaked through. All the pillows, the stink duvet, the bedding. Everything soaked.
I had had my fever on.
It appears I have been actually sick after all.
As further confirmed when I checked my before breakfast blood glucose levels. In spite of eating little (by my standards) the last few days, I had the highest fasting level I have ever recorded. Another sign of being sickly as.
Annoyingly I have no real symptoms that stand out above my usual. Being chronically ill masks things too well, so it can be pretty hard to notice when I catch whatever is going around.
My body is frustrating to deal with.
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