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» Thursday, April 28, 2005
Spike
James' mercurial fever continues to perplex. Last night about 8:30 I turned to look at him—he was sitting in the recliner—and he was as red as an overripe strawberry from his hairline to his neck. When I touched him he was hot. I ran to the kitchen, got a container and filled it with cold water, dropped two ice cubes into it, and grabbed paper towels so he could cold compress himself. A half hour later he was cool again and actually clammy.

While he was taking his shower I asked him how he felt and he said right at that moment he didn't feel bad. Six hours later, in bed, he woke me up because he was shaking so hard (and our new mattress has baffles in it so you don't feel the other person when they climb into bed!) and he was hot to the touch. An hour later, downstairs, as I was preparing to leave for work and he was eating because his sugar was low, his forehead felt no warmer than mine.

What the hell is going on????