So, okay. Monday morning I wake up with a horrible sore throat and am fairly confident I have a fever, as I've spent all night waking up alternately freezing and burning. I rifle through my medical supplies and can't find a thermometer; luckily I catch my roommate on her way out and she gets one for me. Sure enough, I'm at 100.1; I shoot my boss an E-Mail saying I won't be in today. (It bears noting that I'm a temp and haven't worked long enough to get sick days, so when I miss a day I miss a day's pay.)
I go to the doctor. They tell me they're having trouble processing my credit card; I give them another one. (I later discover that both cards have been billed, and that they can't fix it over the phone so I'm going to have to go back in.)
The doc says my cough symptoms (I've had a cough for about three months) suggest walking pneumonia, but that he's going to treat the more recent sore throat problem first and see if I still have a cough afterward. Strep test is negative, but he says the test is only 60% accurate and the giant white sores on my tonsils certainly LOOK like, in his words, "a raging strep infection", so he makes the call.
I also get some blood tests done (unrelated, but since I'm already in the doctor's office I figure I may as well kill two birds with one stone). The first needle is defective, so I get BOTH arms jabbed.
Around 9:30 or 10 at night, a thunderstorm knocks out our power. I brush my teeth by candlelight and get ready for bed. As I'm putting things away I drop something under my bed. I get down on my hands and knees to look for it and my palm goes straight down on an upraised thumbtack.
So, okay. No AC, no fans, and I have a fever. I open the window, but it's gotta be over 80 degrees outside and the wind's blowing so hard I get a spray of sideways rain in the face.
So I think we can file that one under "BEST DAY EVER".