I've managed to come down with some particularly nasty cold. Went from kinda okay with a sore throat in the morning to full-blown fever and jitters about 9 yesterday evening. And it's agony. I'm sure most of you people have had colds or influenza as well, but I'm going to describe the very worst part of it, in my opinion.
It's not the sore throat. That kan be fixed by drinking some tea and relaxing. It's not the sweats or chills ? as annoying as they are, they are little more than that. No, what sucks is the high fever, and in particular, trying to sleep with a fever.
Imagine this: I go to sleep at nine, feeling more than a bit under the weather. I have the usual chills and sweats, but I'm doing relatively okay. I finally fall asleep, only to wake up again later. That's when the nightmares begin. In particular, fever hallucinations. For a long time, I can't say exactly how long, I was convinced that the world somehow consisted of two factories ? one with straight geometric shapes associated with it, and one with swishy circular things ? producing items that I was responsible for.
This is going to sound insane, and it is; that's what sucks about a fever. Despite being convinced of all this, and constantly failing at whatever I needed to do, I knew that it was all hallucinations and that it was so wrong. But I couldn't help myself. I could just lie there, sweating and hallucinating and not being able to do a damn thing about it. I couldn't even drag myself out of bed.
I did finally manage to sit up and slowly move to the bathroom, where I gulped down a healthy portion of water and discovered, much to my dismay, that I was out of ibuprofen. As bad as that was, I decided I could hopefully ride out the fever anyway. I couldn't.
This happened at roughly 23:40. During the next hours, whenever I was lying in bed, I was hallucinating, and whenever I sat up, I got extremely tired. No matter what I did, as soon as I laid down, the hallucinations returned. It was genuine hell and there was nothing I could do about it. I don't think I slept for more than an hour at a time, waking up constantly and drinking more water. Then finally daylight dawned and I decided to write about it.
Now I have to figure out what to do with my day. I'm still cold and sweating, and my throat still hurts. I feel I don't have much energy to do anything. I'm also hungry, but I don't feel like eating anything in this condition and I'm all out of any breakfast-type foods anyway. Any suggestions are welcome.