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So I got this wicked cold yesterday with the usual symptoms: coughing, running nose, a sleepless night... I couldn't even get out of my bed in the morning. I finally checked to see if I had a fever due to the chills I was getting, and I ended up having a lower than average body temperature.
    At lunch I decided a chicken noodle soup was in order and drove to Panera. I should've known something was up when I missed the turn three times, but I proceeded. As soon as I walked in everyone was peaking glances at me. I guess an anemic teenager in a coat in warm weather is an odd spectacle. I ordered, sat down, and ate, slowly.
     After five minutes, all of the soup began flowing out of my mouth onto the tray. Hoping no one saw it, I cleverly ate another spoonful and went to grab some napkins. Within five seconds that spoonful had found friends to exit my mouth with, and I quickly grabbed a pile of napkins to try to block the river forming in my mouth. It kinda worked. I cleaned up my table, dumped the soup, and left in shame with my puke stained clothes.
     I got home and checked my temperature again: 103. I've been in bed since then.
<bot>: I went to get chicken noodle soup at Panera with a 103 degree fever thinking I had a cold and promptly threw up everywhere.