Your highest rectal temperature ever measured? And time kept inserted?

103.4 oral in the er with wicked cellulitis from a cat bite last year. When I had mono a few years ago, my temp was 102.5 oral at the doctor's office, with lots of Advil in me. Never been so ill in my life.

I was in the Army at Basic Training, Ft Leonard Wood, Mo. Sleeping as we did in barracks, and everyone going through upper respiratory infections, mine turned into Pneumonia when I was on leave in St Louis. When I got back to base, I wound up in the infirmary, then in the hospital that night, Sunday. On Wednesday I was burning up, around 105°, and only somewhat conscious of what was going on around me. In came a laundry basket filled with ice bags, and they started packing the family jewels in ice, and then as much of my body as the bags would cover.

I remember that when I saw the ice bags, I said - No Way! But, when they started placing the bags, they just felt good, and the fever finally broke later that day.

Oh, and the Rn that took my rectal temperature, was a gr8 guy... There were, are, gr8 male nurses in the Army!

102

Growing up I had rectal temperatures taken when I had chicken pox and it was around 103. Last year, at 53, I had the flu and took several rectal temperature readings and noted them on a pad before calling the doctor and taking the paper with the readings noted. The highest recorded was 102.4 taken with a mercury rectal thermometer inserted for 3 minutes. The digital thermometer registered about a half degree lower and it registered after 0ne minute. I always verify readings with my glass rectal thermometer and it is always more accurate.

Several years ago I was in the hospital, and following a surgical procedure on my kidneys, I was in the recovery room and freezing cold and shivering. A rectal thermometer was placed to monitor my temperature. I recall looking up at the monitor above my head and seeing the number increase...103, 104, 105, 105.3, 105.5, 105.9...I saw it hit 106 and then I started seizing. That is the highest I ever saw it go, but in the days after, I learned that it went over 107 for a short period of time.

I remember when I had the flu one time, my rectal temperature got up to 105.4. I'm guessing that I kept the thermometer in for 3 minutes, maybe longer. I went to the urgent care after that where an oral temp was taken that only read 102..

104 with bronchitis when younger

I think around 103 for me. Full blown case of the flu.

I recall my mom saying my temp was close to 104F with some kind of childhood illness. She called the Dr. I was introduced to cold water enemas, but felt so bad, I didn't care.

When I was 14, I had abdominal pains and a hot forehead, so mom took my rectal temperature. It was 104.4F. Our family doctor met us at the hospital ER, where another rectal temperature showed the same reading. They removed my appendix, a short time later. My temperature continued to be taken rectally there. i later learned that most of the patients there still received rectal temperatures. This was 1978.

My highest rectal temperature was 104 and ended up in the ER when I was age 4.

When I was 17 I had a bad UTI and had to stay in the hospital for a week to get iv-antibiotics. During admission my temp was over 39°C, unfortunately taken with an ear thermometer.

Quite a few times mine has reached 105 and possibly above. My last hospital stay a few weeks back was the result of a fever convulsion down to urosepsis. I was already at the hospital waiting for a bed and was placed in the corridor as there were none available on the wards . I did manage to get a nurse's attention and tell her I felt weird. The next thing I remember is waking up in resus around 2 hours later . I got a bed just after that episode. I've had quite a few fever convulsions over the last 18 months. They really are weird. Makes me feel out of sorts for a good few days afterwards.

Nik

Several years ago, when the Swine Flu was spreading like wildfire, I was one of the not so lucky ones that got it. I was sooooo sick! Everything hurt, including my hair (well, slight exaggeration, but everything hurt!). Our thermometers were dead, a drawback of our digital age. My (now ex) husband knew I had a raging fever, but not how high. He dosed me up with ibuprofen and said he would be back and left the house. He had scraped up enough money to go and get batteries for our thermometer. When he took my temp, orally, it was still way up over 103! Mr. Hypochondriac insisted I go to Urgent Care, but he didn't take me because he was afraid he would get it (he did!). I had to drive my sick butt there by myself. My fever decided to finally break while I was in with the doctor. I think it had still been 103 when I had gotten there. He was 99.9% sure I had it, but not bad enough to send me to the hospital to be tested by them. I would hate to have had it "bad enough" to be tested by the hospital! I was sick enough!! I had to stay home for 9 days, most of which I spent having to take care of Mr. Hypochondriac and our room-mate 😢disabled). I think I had it the worst though, but he would tell you he did, even though his fevers weren't like mine!

I was 13 when I had my highest fever at 104. Growing up I was prone to pneumonia in this case I had been sick for a couple of days. I was in bed in pajamas when mom comes in to check on me and checks my forehead and I was burning up. She tries to take my temperature but when I am this sick. I didn't really cooperate it was easier to take it rectally. She helps me roll over and I offer no resistance. as she pulled down my pajama bottoms to my knees and takes my temperature at 104 she calls the doctor. And he tells her to put me into a cool bath.

She lets him know that she doesn't think she can I am barely coherent. I remember her taking my pajamas off she knew I was sick when I didn't say anything normally I would be highly resistant at this age I didn't even like being in my underwear outside my bedroom. For about half-hour, she gives me a rubbing alcohol rub down after it does nothing. The doctor tells her to send me to the hospital. I don't really remember the ambulance drive but I was picked naked mom didn't bother redressing me in my pajamas before they came.

I vegally remember being loaded on the gurney and don't remember the ride to the hospital I was disappointed later since it was my first ride in one.

The next thing I remember is waking up to a nurse sitting with me as I am strapped down naked on a special board in a tub of cold water as it is being circulated around me. I had a catheter in and prob in my rectum monitoring my temperature.

I began complaining I was freezing to death and I wanted a pair of swim trunks to put on. I was told no on both accounts. My temperature was down to 100 degrees at this point. I had to stay in the tub till my temp was down to 98. which took 3 hours. I was shivering at this point even though my skin temp was still at 99 degrees.

I was taken out of the tub and dried off I wanted to get up but was not allowed I was lying naked on the table being dried by 2 nurses. I was lifted onto a gurney and covered taken to a hospital room. I was dressed in a hospital gown that just covered my front and wasn't tied or anything in the back. I was given a couple of shots in the ass. And given warm blankets for the next day since I was at the children's hospital my rectal temp was taken every 2 hours. When they were satisfied the temp wasn't coming back up. I was taken for Xrays to see how bad the pneumonia was. I spent the next week in the hospital where I had my temp taken 2x a day. And after 3 days the catheter was removed. And I was allowed to take my first bath. I wasn't happy the nurse had to be present and because she was busy bathed me.

I cannot remember the exact value, but it was more than 40°C.

When I was ill, having bit more than 40 °C = 104 °F was not uncommon for me. Luckily this temperature didn't persist more than maximum of three days. Even when I suffered from a cold, for one evening my body temperature ran nuts.

My highest temperature was 41.42°C = 106.56°F when I had a pneumonia at age 10. This was decision bringing me straight to hospital. At this day I felt like floating, not taking part of my life, nothing did matter, getting to less sleep. It's difficult to describe. However, I still remember getting infusion therapy, and it worked quickly.

Why do I now that temperature that exactly? I had a little book, in which I wrote it down afterwards. My parents told me afterwards in which condition I was and even about how high my temperature was. It is something that will never be unforgettable in my family I guess...

Mine was almost 41 °C some year ago when I had a very bad flu.

My highest was 103, one time that I became really sick from something that I ate at a Christmas party.