39.5

39.5 is how high my fever last week got.

Strangely, for someone as paranoid as me, I felt very calm while at the hospital.  I think God must have sent a million angels to calm me down. Normally, I would be thinking horrific thoughts already. Back then, I just felt like sleeping. I felt "drugged."

I guess I was drugged - drugged with grace. :)

I feel better now. I am still on antibiotics but my fever is gone, my joints are better and my muscles do not hurt anymore.

I learned many lessons once again but to sum it all up, I want to paraphrase Joyce Meyer whom I saw preaching on TV:  "When you are going through something bad, instead of complaining, think about what God has already put you through."

Life is bliss.