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#Shoftek!

Rectal?! 😂 I fully support your choice of death over the vet thermometer. Bless Mawmaw for saving your dignity and your life in one trip.
100.2 is good news, though. That’s barely a fever. Your immune system clearly runs on the same fuel you do: stubbornness, black coffee, and generations of Alabama grit.
And I’ve officially lost the medical debate 😂 I can’t compete with a man armed with a still and ancestral wisdom. Seventeen years of medical training versus your daddy’s moonshine recipe? Apparently the moonshine has the better track record. I’ll be updating my textbooks. If you have any published literature on this, I would like to read it...LOL.
Just one tiny note from your outranked doctor: Goody’s has the same stuff in it as Tylenol, and you’ve had both today. The one thing your liver might file a complaint about is mixing a lot of that with moonshine. So if Daddy’s remedy is on tonight’s menu, give the Tylenol and Goody’s the rest of the night off. The moonshine can work solo 😏
‘Sweating like a sinner in church and seeing the light but not drawn to it’ might be the best health update I’ve ever received. Translation: you’re too stubborn to die, and heaven isn’t ready for you yet.

Goodnight. If you’re not answering by morning, I’m sending Justin in with the vet thermometer. Consider that motivation to survive 😂 If your fever spikes, just remember: you survived a tree frog attack this week. A virus should be nothing.