Every morning just before I drag myself out of bed (typically kicking and screaming), I take my temperature. And yes, it is for that. I know it's something that one would not typically share publicly but this is my blog, it's something on my mind, and I can write about it if I want to. So there. Meh.
Like I said, I take my temperature every morning. Apparently, I am a lee-zard. Flick flick. As in I am freakishly cold, like close to 96 degrees cold. Do I hibernate during the night or something? Am I actually warm enough to reproduce a human or will our love child be covered with scales and have a forked tongue (thus the flick flick)?
I should say though that the 96 degree temperatures were when I was at my conference with the Queen of Snoring and I cranked the air conditioning as a means to DROWN OUT THE NOISE. When I returned to my cozy home with the furnace, or otherwise known as The Prof, my temperature was a sensible 97+ degrees. On a side note, I decided my cold temperatures might have something to do with me having a very hard time waking up in the morning. I have no scientific proof, evidence, or scholarly journals to back up this assertion. See the reference to hibernation above.
Other than realizing I might be a lee-zard which might mean I have some sort of super hero powers(!), this charting thing is fun and of course The Prof being a science geek likes it too. He was very adamant about pointing out the spike in temperature and then how my graph doesn't look like the sample graph. Well duh! Do I ever do anything normal? Do you expect my temperature to look like what it is supposed resemble? Of course not!
If the temperature measuring doesn't work out, I guess we'll have to leave it to the old fashioned method. Boom chicka boom.