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For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been suffering from a cocktail of cold, flu, and cough like pretty much every single person I’ve crossed paths with in Paris or Beirut. We’re all under the weather, but being asthmatic means my symptoms often go to some annoying extremes and my immunity just takes a vacation when the outside temperature drops below 15°C.
Two weeks ago, for example, I developed a nice two-day fever. I knew I was feverish because I’ve been blessed with a built-in thermostat: my hands go cold while my abdomen heats up, and the difference between the two usually tells me how bad my fever is. Around 38.5°C (101.5°F) I told my husband, but we had no way to verify that because we have no thermometer at home.