Either my thermometer is a liar, or the fever turned out to be coming and going.
Strep test, neg.
Flu test, neg.
Pneumonia test, neg.
Short version: they couldn't tell what the hell I'd got.
Sometimes being unique is a Good Thing; this isn't one of them.
Whether it's the meds given, or the thing running its course I don't know, but I'm a lot better today than I was yesterday. So there's hope.*
*I refuse to say 'light at the end of the tunnel' because that so often turns out to be either a train or the ignition flash.