My thermometer went crazy and brought me a memory

11:00 AM. Lady Themomether announced in her shrill voice that my temperature was taken. The display showed 33.9 °C

Major surprise! What was happening here? I felt warm and my head and eyes were aching. I thought I would have a higher body temperature and not this low, much lower than a body temperature is supposed to be. Anyway, I fell asleep and woke up with a similar feeling. Sore throat and discomfort.

3:48 PM. I called Lady Thermometer again to say me the numbers. 34.0 °C

I was not convinced, it just can't be possible. Am I alive at all? The normal body temperature of any normal person is between 36.5–37.5 °C. I think I got angry with her, and with all this sore throat thing. I got some cranberry juice from the fridge, as a sign of protest.

Another attempt.

35.4 °C

I am pretty sure that this little tool is messing up with me. How it is possible that right now while I am writing this post, and feel sick, my body temperature is this low?

Maybe indeed my world is an upside-down one, and everything is in reverse. My body should be fighting now against my cold with higher temperature, but no, it is doing the opposite.

I wasn't sick for a long time...it was a year ago when I had for the last time cold, or that feeling of a sore throat. We were visiting our families and I think it was my son who got sick the first. Or my niece. Well, after a few days, everybody was with fever, runny nose and cough. I can say I am lucky as I don't usually have a high body temperature when I am sick and I don't have many of those anecdotes connected to having a cold and at the same time a flight that can't be cancelled (my husband), road-trip (husband), piano competition (a little student), Christmas celebration with me (my parents) etc...

Although I do have one very vivid memory of inflammation of my tonsils when I was still in my teenage days. I even have a photo taken the day before the inflammation showed its power.

{btw, this is an entry to the photo-memory-music writing initiative in our Q-inspired-by-music corner. If you like the idea, feel free to join in. All you have to do is to open your old photo albums and let the photos talk to you a story and their connection to music, a song, a concert, a feeling...}

The photo was taken on the banks of the river Danube, on the last day of August. Year?
(a new guessing game, maybe?). This time I will reveal it immediately, it was 1998. I also know who took the photo - the person I spent most of the time with that summer.
We enjoyed the two months of freedom, without school, although I was also practising my piano here and there, but not that diligently as vacations are for enjoying the things you can't do while you have tasks from school.

That summer we went to several concerts that were held in cities like Sombor and Novi Sad (Serbia). We got one of the tickets for free, answering correctly to a question on one radio station. The reward was a ticket for two people to the concert of Disciplin A Kitschme. I don't have photos of those places and live events, we didn't have mobile phones in those years. But I can search in my memory... we went also to live performances of bands like Del Arno Band, Partibrejkers, or Atheist Rap. Those days and music are now behind me, as well as that bad tonsillitis.

The very next day, the first day of September I had to go back to the city where I was attending high school. My mom came with me to help me in cleaning the apartment where I used to live and cook for several days in advance and then I would stay again alone. It was luck that she was there, as this inflammation came out of nowhere, I just felt dizzy in one moment and fell in the corridor. I fainted.

My mother brought me back to consciousness and helped me to reach the bed. Then a thermometer came (which showed a lot higher fever than today's numbers) and a consult with the doctor: medication and going home for ten days.

I missed the first days of the school year, also I was not going to any concerts those days, it was resting, taking the medicine and waiting to get better. Probably I needed that time to tune myself back to classical music and piano pieces after that rocky summer 😁 And what do I need now to get better? Maybe more of that cranberry juice from the fridge and another nap... zzz...