It was a dismal month, this January, colder than i'm used to. And in the very first week of the new year, i was struck by a slight fever, followed by a bout of food poisoning the very week after. I'd recovered by the beginning of the third week, more or less, so it was only the biting cold that bothered me. Now, i should specify, i live in a tropical climate, so the threshold for what i consider cold is very, very low. The temperature only dropped to 10°C, but the coldest winter i've ever experienced in this city was 9°C, so it's been a cold one.
Besides that, it was rather uneventful. Working from home is slow in the beginning of the year, though that might be specific to my current occupation. I'm not complaining, of course, i was able to take time off while i stewed in my ailments. The food poisoning was particularly miserable, i was spewing from both ends, so to speak, which is uncomfortable at the best of times, and the chill only aggravated it.
The fever on the other hand, was oddly pleasant, since there was no throat or lung infection in accompaniment. Fevers have grown to resemble a pleasant disorientation from some mellowing substance, sometimes i don't notice them at all. I think i got used to fevers in my early twenties, when working while sick seemed the only way to hold down my job. I worked with fevers up to 102° at times, and simply eased into the discomfort, until it felt like nothing at all.