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Poor Baymax

I knew the moment I opened my eyes I was running a fever. Everyone knows that feeling. Your body feels like it's being wrung out by giant tin foil hands, and you're hot and cold at the same time, and you wanna lie down, but it makes your back hurt, so you turn to your side, and somehow that back pain moves to the side you're now lying on.

I started getting real sick while watching The Cat from Outer Space on Saturday night. The boys and I had the living room all done up like a movie theater as always, and we had our own bowls of popcorn, which Osamu finished before the opening credits ended and asked for more. So I told him to hang on, or else he'd get a stomach ache from too much butter. We were at a pivotal expositional scene where the cat from outer space reveals to Frank that he can talk, and then Frank's unwitting neighbor and co-worker, Dr. Link, comes in to watch a game on TV since it has already been established as a running gag that he is a degenerate gambler. Oh, and Sandy Duncan plays Liz, the love interest, and she enters the scene at some point as well. The boys were strangely actually interested, and I was somewhat stunned that Misty and I watched this movie dozens of times growing up. Henry Morgan and Roddy McDowall are in for goodness sake. Kenzo and Osamu actually searched for and watched it again on their own the next day.

But the point is, I got some popcorn stuck in my throat, which set off some sort of reflex because I then couldn't stop coughing. And thank goodness Osamu ate all his popcorn because I had to borrow his empty bowl to barf a little. I knew it wasn't because of the popcorn or the wine I had. I could feel that weird physical knowledge that my body was heating up, and not in a good way like being cozy under a blanket.

So the next day, after the robot thing, when I crashed out on the tatami floor and woke up over six hours later, shivering and sweaty, I knew. After that, everything is a bit of a blur. For some reason, I decided to take a shower and change clothes, and I remember cursing a bit and feeling a good bit of existential pain. Eri shepherded all of us to our proper places for sleep, and all I know after that is I must've woken up every 10 minutes all night to turn to one side and then another. I was using the giant Baymax stuffed doll as a pillow, and it was so comfy, but I was so not comfortable, and I hope Baymax isn't ruined.

The next morning, Eri took care of everything. I somehow managed to take out the trash and help with getting the boys' school stuff ready. My temperature was 39.3. I texted my coworkers and then conked out again and slept all day, only waking for water.

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