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threeplusfireI loathe being sick. Hate it. I woke up at 4am, and just felt wretched. I seriously even considered calling my parents or the hospital at one point... my throat and tonsils were swollen, the pressure in my head was unbearable. I had trouble breathing, swallowing, standing up. I stumbled into the bathroom and managed to light a couple candles. Then I spent the better part of an hour using up all the hot water first for a bath, then for a shower. I managed to choke down two tylenol, even though the sensation induces flashback. (I can't take pills anymore) All the heat and steam helped clear my throat a bit, and I staggered back into bed, shaking and sickly.
When I woke up, somehow, the swollen throat and tonsils had diminished. I feel better now, though my head still feels fragile. Wish I wearing a neck brace or something to support my poor neck and skull. It's like I've compressed all the agony of a major illness into a twenty four hour period. I don't ever want to do this again.
But I managed to eat some lunch, take a nap and make it up to the office. Where I'm doing inventory and talking to the remote team. Oh the fun. Well. Could be worse I guess. I just want to go home and lay down on the couch, stare blankly at the television and rest.
When I woke up, somehow, the swollen throat and tonsils had diminished. I feel better now, though my head still feels fragile. Wish I wearing a neck brace or something to support my poor neck and skull. It's like I've compressed all the agony of a major illness into a twenty four hour period. I don't ever want to do this again.
But I managed to eat some lunch, take a nap and make it up to the office. Where I'm doing inventory and talking to the remote team. Oh the fun. Well. Could be worse I guess. I just want to go home and lay down on the couch, stare blankly at the television and rest.