Fever

Started at 99.1. Today it made it up to 99.6. I called the office.

"It could be the progesterone," they said.

"I'm also tired," I said.

"That could be the progesterone too," they went on.

"Okay," I said.

"If it develops into what seems like a respiratory infection, go see your regular doctor," they continued. "If that doesn't happen, and the fever gets above 100.6, you have to come in."

"Okay," I said.

I ordered soup. It was just okay.

I am lying on the couch. Bored. Uncomfortable. Slurping pink coconut water out of a wine glass, which makes it look pretty and festive.

All I can do is wait and see.