I don't know if you remember, but it was possible to get sick with something other than Covid in the days before the pandemic. The first week of January, when coronavirus was just a small issue in one city in China, Eric had a week of new staff orientation up in Denver. He stayed in a hotel and met with people from all over the country. I left on the weekend for my nephew and niece's baptism, and was gone. Eric came home part way through that weekend.
He was sick.
He picked up something from one of the attendees.
By the time I got home on Monday, there was a full-on, raging case of man flu in our house. Coronavirus stood no chance against the deadly illness infecting this full grown human.
There was moaning. There was groaning. There were at least three exclamations that death was soon on its way.
The reason I know that he did not have a fever was because he told me. The reason he knew he did not have a fever was because he took his temperature.
With a meat thermometer.
Apparently, while I was on the other side of the country, he couldn't find either human thermometers we own, so he improvised. I laughed my butt off, confirmed that he did not have a fever with the human thermometer and sent him to bed.
He got better.
Here's the kicker.
Six months later, the current issue of Consumer Reports is delivered to our house.
There is an entire article on taking your temperature with a meat thermometer.