Time to try another thermometer!

[cjsmith]

Ninety-nine point nine. I'm feeling pretty darn okay, oddly enough. (Not counting the rebound pain from going off Indocin this morning. Doc said if it isn't helping, forget it, so I did... but that leaves my feet and abdomen quite unhappy until I stabilize again.)

Maybe that one just reads high? Really high?

Now I'm trying the adorable pink thermometer that came in the adorable pink case and cost something like four times as much as the normal ones. You guessed it, gentle reader, it's a fertility thing. Its scale goes only to about 100.5 and I have no idea whether it is meant to be stuck under the tongue. Er, under the tongue of the lady whose temperature is being taken, anyway. Before you all leap helpfully to tell me -- I don't need to know. Honest.

Aw darn, the Fertility Thermometer agrees. 99.9 on the dot. Either my uvula is ovulating or I'm still sick. I think I don't need to know the answer to that one, either.

[PS: No, we're not planning anything. I own this adorable pinkitude because the regular thermometers were sold out.]

Comments

[lkeele.livejournal.com]

I was the only one in my family who inherited this strange disease. Neither of my brothers caught it -- and now, none of my children have. So far, at least... Keep that pink thing away, and maybe they'll escape.

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

I'll make sure to keep it away from them, then! Your family is lucky!