Sick

I am sick… horrible pounding headache, inability to sleep long periods of time.

Over Easter.

This sucks.

Followup: Saturday afternoon at 3… I noticed that I was getting sick last night at midnight, although it wasn’t until I was in bed that I realized how sick I was–for I emerged from under the covers, grabbed a pair of socks and put them on. I emerged again, put a shirt on and a pair of shorts. I was cold–I even had the duvet on the bed, and I was not sweating. That’s a sure sign, for me, that I’m really sick.

I slept like crap from midnight until 1pm, taking a shower in the middle and watching/listening to 30 minutes of CNN.

I’d say I’m getting over the worst part of the illness, I can predict this because I’m doing laundry. It’s amazing how fast I let things go when I’m sick, but once I get better, I start cleaning right away.

I predict much tissue in my future.

Followup II: 1:15 AM Sunday. In my illness, I am living in a strange world. I am living in Britain and everybody is reading Harry Potter II at the same time. Free copies are everywhere and everybody’s nose is in the book… Who says illness cannot be fun?!