Yes, that is a thermometer. It comes into use when one is ill. I do know that it registers as high as 103.8 degrees. That's what it showed my fever to be on Saturday afternoon.
I arrived in Providence, feeling rather chipper, on Thursday afternoon. Stefan and Elyssa met me and we headed to New Bedford for our much anticipated visit.
Stefan knew exactly where to pick up scallops on Friday afternoon. Plump beauties that had been scooped from the sea only hours earlier. He simply dried them well, added some salt and pepper and quickly sauteed them in a bit of butter and oil.
I will ask him for the recipe for the polenta he served them on. It was the best I've had.
Every bite was a delicious taste from the sea.
The three of us had a short outing on Saturday morning when we traveled to Federal Hill in Providence. We were there to take in the sights and do a little shopping for dinner.
By the time we arrived home, I was overcome with chills and shaking like I've never experienced and had to crawl into bed. My other symptoms were vague. I finally fell asleep to awaken a few hours later with the high fever--something else I've never experienced. In fact, I don't ever recall having a fever--ever! And, I really think this one might have come from the fact that I was fully dressed under a sheet, down comforter, wool afghan and two pillows that I had pulled on top. To test that theory, I uncovered, took two aspirin and waited. Within the hour, the fever was down to a little over 100. Then I slept. I slept through dinner, through the night, through breakfast--seventeen hours! When I finally dragged myself out of bed, every joint hurt. Aaargh! So, I did what any good guest would do in that situation. I had a ginger ale and four saltines and went back to sleep--for another eight hours. When I arose, the fever was entirely gone and so was all the joint pain. I had a small amount of dinner and went back to bed for the night. The children checked on me frequently but allowed me to slumber on.
I will conclude my health saga by saying that, slowly, other symptoms came into play--respiratory ones. Nothing too severe. I suspect that whatever felled me was contracted on the plane. I think it might have been the flu. I slept longer last night than I usually do and have really lazed around all day.
I have more photos to share but not nearly as many as I'd planned.
I plan a "do over" trip next month!