We still drove to Illinois. Apparently, I really should've gone to the hospital, but once I got out of bed, out of my robe and got some food into my body, my temperature dropped to 102. It's actually a good thing we still left because the weather was infinitely more treacherous on Sunday, so at least that was a plus. My fever was still pretty darn high Saturday night, but I continued to take fever reducing medicine and kept myself only lightly covered in blankets. The worst seems to have passed now I'm just really sore. Let's just hope that I didn't cook my brain too much and that I don't make everybody else sick.