Right now, I'm glad I have my brother and sister, especially for all the help they've given. My brother footed the bill for the things and helped me take my temperature earlier. After I read out the temperature they thought I said 105 degrees. >.> No, I might have said 100 and point 5, but I reread it as 100.5. Slightly elevated, but not too big of a deal.
After my stomach settled from laying down, I wanted to get something to eat. My sister made some cream of mushroom soup with cuts of chicken in it earlier so I fixed a little of that in a bowl. After I took it out of the microwave, stirred it up, and started to bring it into the living room, it slipped or something and the bowl shattered all over the kitchen floor (which isn't that big, though). She helped me clean it up and then I got a little more in a mug with a handle. I just finished it up and am considering a little more.
I'm going to relax and take it easy for a while. :-)