When I get home, though, my host mom took one look at me and asked me suspiciously how I was. I tell her that I was fine, but that I'm going to take a nap until dinner, so I go and lie down. I'm pretty cold now, though, so I start piling on the layers until I have three shirts and a zipped-up jacket on underneath. When my host mom comes in to wake me up, she again asks how I'm doing, if I have a fever, but I keep telling her that "no, no, I'm fine, don't worry about me," and such. She gives me a thermometer despite my insistence and I register a 39.5 (103.1 F). At this point, although I don't have any idea what 39.5C is, gather from my family's reaction that
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