squeak. speak. roar!

I have been out of action since Wednesday. Around noon that day, I started to shiver in court and I began to have trouble concentrating. I knew something was wrong because I ran a slight fever the night before. By noon, I began to wish the commission would wrap up their questioning so that I could go home. I was already on the verge of collapsing. Nat was, of course, there to save the day. The moment I got home, I laid in bed and I pretty much didn’t get up until this morning.

I’m still sick. I’ve been diagnosed with throat infection, cough, cold and fever. The colour of my phlegm is appalling. This morning it was the hue of industrial glue yellow, with a more solid consistency as if it was about to dry. I swear I’ve never felt so good spitting anything out. Fever is still on and off, hopefully it’s getting less frequent and severe. Headaches are the main problem now with sharp pounding at the back of my skull. It’s making typing really difficult. I just left a short comment at Nat’s blog. That took me about 30 mins to type. Reflexes are beyond stupor. Imagine being drunk but not high or happy. Stomach is also in protest. Mixture of gastric and stomach cramps, feels like.

And this body is sore. Like after one mass orgy of … paintballing. lol. Seriously it really hurts. Getting out of bed was really tough these past few days. Reminded me of how I fell off my bed back in Bristol after one paintballing session. I believe I was trying to reach the phone to call my boss up and say I’m not feeling well or something to that effect.

I’m going to lie down now. Life seems better when seen horizontally. BRB!