I am quite proud of my sound judgment. I tend to make fair wise judgment calls. Do I make mistakes? Of course, I do and have. I seek second opinions on my much more advanced statistical analyses, when I can. I look up words all the time in online dictionaries. I do that more for fun than anything else. Yes, that is how geeky I am. However, I do not seek second opinions on people. I always go by my gut and I am almost always not wrong.
Within minutes of meeting someone, I tend to get a good read on them. I just know fairly quickly whether the person is trustworthy, funny or smart. Sadly, there have been a few that have fooled me. Those disappointments then loom even larger over my consciousness. They gnaw at me repeatedly as I chastise myself for missing the signs. One type of person to be wary of are those authentic phonies that exist out there. I now have developed a keen sense for sniffing those phony types out. Many know that I am a queen of being able to read people. I don’t need second opinions when it comes to understanding situations and people.
Yet despite my great sense of perception, I never can tell when I have a fever. Fevers are part of our collective everyday being. Fevers tend to come and go alerting us that our body may be feeling a little tired, wonky or it is about to go on full alert. For some, a slight fever is alarming and for others it’s just another thing their body is doing. Back around the time period of 370 BC differing types of fevers were identified and people started to realize that a fever is a symptom rather than a disease in itself. However, to this day there is still such a thing called “fever phobia”. This so-called phobia is greatly exhibited by parents who tend to panic at any slight body temperature elevation in their children. Further, many think of fever as a problem in of itself. However, body temperature is a pretty steady phenomenon despite varying contexts such as lifting weights or a beach day in Puerto Rico.
Despite knowing all that I do about fevers, I always go about thinking I have a fever. In particular, when I am at the office holed up in a total of 9 meetings throughout the day, I believe that I have a fever. I usually pop a fever reducer by 2pm. I go asking around people to feel my forehead and see if I have a fever. Usually the answer is a skeptical look staring back at me. Two weeks ago when I came down with a parasite and was at the emergency room, I could have sworn I had a fever. Instead I was at 97 degrees. Actually, I was a bit under the usual point set for fevers.
I am so good at discerning people and situations. Yet, my body temperature is a mystery to me. An English physician from the 1600s, Dr. Thomas Sydenham, noted that “fever is a mighty engine which nature brings into the world for conquest of her enemies.” It would, thus, make sense that I felt that my body was feverish. It is a way to keep me vigilant and on my toes as I try to figure out day in day and day out what is true. Think about when you tend to feel feverish (despite not being sick). It is probably a situation in which all your senses have to be on heightened alert. It’s a modern-day spidey-sense. Yes, that is my superpower and I need not understand it. Thus, when I find myself asking “do I have a fever” I know that something is remiss in the situation and not necessarily my body other than it is sending me flare signals to pay close attention.