Didn't feel well all day, most parts of my body aching and as the afternoon ended I had a fever. I wanted to try to keep my wits about me so I avoided drugs all day. At supper I could take it no longer and swallowed a handful of advil, thinking all I had left to do was veg in front of the tv. Then Margaret remided me that we were going to the Creative City Centre for an art opening. I dragged myself there and then the advil cut in. I was sweating like a pig for a half hour and then I had clarity like I've not had in a month. When we got home, we watched a movie and then I finished reading a draft of a thesis paper.