So, last night wasn’t a good night for little Megan. My body decided to completely crap out on me.

First of all, I went to work Friday, even though I was hacking up a lung and had a migraine-sized headache. I hated to use up one of my sick days when I wasn’t actually puking or anything.

Well, in retrospect, I should have just taken off. Around noon, I started to shiver uncontrollably. Being in complete denial, I just chalked it up to the office being cold. Then around 2, I started to sweat. It was gross. We leave at 4 on Fridays, so I toughed it out for another two hours.

OK, so I got home and took my temperature. It was 99.6 or something. That’s really minor and figured it was just my body fighting off a little infection. I don’t even know if that makes sense, but I was tired and not thinking clearly. Anyway, I was in bed by 6 p.m. I woke up a couple of times, hacking up a lung. Neal checked on me a couple of times. Around 11 p.m., I finally rose from my death bed because I was BURNIN’ UP. And not like the Jonas Brothers.

I took my temperature and it was 102.2! Ack! That’s a freakin’ fever!

I looked at Neal. “What do you do for a fever!?”

Neal: “I don’t know, I haven’t had a fever since I was like 10.”

Me: “Me either!”

So what does a responsible, independent, 26-year-old woman do when she has a fever?

She calls her mom.

My mom, bless her heart, answered the phone at 11 p.m. She assured me she wasn’t sleeping, but I think she just said that so I wouldn’t feel bad for waking her up.

I got the low down, drink fluids — preferably ginger ale — take ibuprofen, sleep, eat toast. She offered to make care of me, hahaha. I said, that’s OK, I’ll be fine at home.

Thank God for mothers.

So, there was one problem – we had no ginger ale. Not even soda. And I ALWAYS drank ginger ale when I was sick when I was younger, so I was craving ginger ale. So Neal, bless HIS heart, ran to the gas station down the street at 11:30 p.,m. on Friday to get me ginger ale.

Thank God for husbands.

So, armed with ginger ale, a toast-full belly and ibuprofen, I went to sleep. I woke up a couple of times in a gross, gross sweat from the fever. By 9 a.m. Saturday, I was pretty much fully awake and well-rested. I hopped in the shower right away, since I was covered in a film of sweat. Bet you’re glad I’m giving you this detail, huh?

But now, I’m feeling much better. My fever must have broke overnight, because my temperature was back to normal this morning. I still have a stuffy nose, and slight cough, but I no longer feel like dying, so I’m a happy camper.

All I have to say is, who needs webmd.com when I have my mom?