With sickness on everybody’s brains right now, it’s no wonder that all of the stores are sold out of cold and flu medicine. Everybody thinks that they are sick on a daily basis. Every person in my life has admitted to me that they thought they had a sore throat, a cough, or a fever at some point or another in the last week. I don’t think anyone has actually been sick, just incredibly paranoid and anxious about their health. With everybody paying so much attention to their bodily condition, it’s the perfect time for hypochondria to rear its ugly head. That’s why, I almost admitted myself to the hospital last week for no good reason. I had been sitting around the house, trying to keep myself occupied when I realized that I was feeling quite uncomfortable. As I read news stories and texted my loved ones and distant places, I noticed that my hands and feet were feeling very chilly. It was like I was sitting in an ice cold patch of air. I put another blanket on, and waited to warm up. Within an hour, I was burning up and sweating through my shirt. Now, I was starting to get worried about what was going on with my internal thermostat. Clearly, something was going wrong and my temperature was not being regulated properly. With these uneven hot and cold temperatures, I started to panic. I stuck a thermometer in my mouth and checked it incessantly every 5 minutes. When my husband got home from work that day, I told him sadly that we were both infected. He looked at me with confusion, and then asked if I realized that the heating plan wasn’t working. Within 2 minutes of being home with a clear head, he had effectively diagnosed my fluctuating temperature problem. Our central heating system was not working properly.