She noticed last night I had a fever, but apparently caught on to it just as it was breaking. I can say that I felt quite a bit better this morning then I did the night before, and as the day has progressed I can feel myself shake off...well, whatever the hell this was. I think the spicy wings last night helped to cook it out as well. The last drugs I had taken were last night at about 3AM, so I know this isn't about an almost lethal level of combined pain killers and cold meds talking.
One final sign of my improvement...I'm STARVING. I just shaved, scrubbed my teeth, and showered, and feel almost up to the drive down to San Jose to pick Val up at 8:30 -- just in time, as that's only three hours away. I might have to stop to grab something to munch on to keep me from gnawing on myself.