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Saturday, 1AM: Kay goes to sleep early.
Saturday, 10AM: Kay wakes up, sees no reason to be awake, goes back to sleep.
Saturday, 1PM: Kay finally gets up, feeling great.
Saturday, 5PM: Kay coughs a few times.
Saturday, 7PM: Kay feels like death.
The fact that somewhere between going waking up and 7PM I had become sick was, to say the least, startling. My muscles ached, my throat itched, my head pounded, I was unusually cold and no amount of layers was making me feel warm. As far as I could tell, I had a nightmarish fever, because it was burning my skin through two layers of cloth when I felt my forehead.
Saturday, 10PM: Kay tells herself it's time to go to bed, because she feels like death.
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baitedbreath gets online. Kay delays bed to have shiny words with her.
Saturday, 11PM:madfnorder returns from away. Kay delays bed to have plot discussion with him.
Sunday, 1AM: Everyone gets offline. Kay collapses onto the bed.
Sunday, 3AM: Kay wakes up and feels like Hell has turned off the heat.
I literally wake up aching and clammy, shivering compulsively, and with my head a solid block of pain. I can hardly swallow and sleep again feels impossible. But somehow I stagger into the bathroom, take as much ibuprofen as I can justify and then some more, and try to tell myself to be grateful for the small things.
To be grateful for -- my nose somehow survives still intact, I can even breathe through it better than my throat, inasmuch as I can breathe through my nose, what with the deviated septum and all. And even though my throat itches fiercely and coughing is terribly painful, I am not compelled to cough, so excepting minor exertion I can avoid it.
Sunday, 5AM: Kay wakes up again, aching horribly. Tosses, goes back to sleep.
Sunday, 8AM: Kay wakes up again, aching horribly. Gets up, because the bed is sweaty and gross. Writes an LJ post to share her misery. It feels like the fever has broken: no longer burning to have direct contact with my forehead.
Sunday, 8:30AM: Hopefully, Kay gets back to sleep and sleeps until noon and then is able to breathe and move again.
Other things to be grateful for -- I'll have an excuse to cut short my phone call to Mom!
Saturday, 10AM: Kay wakes up, sees no reason to be awake, goes back to sleep.
Saturday, 1PM: Kay finally gets up, feeling great.
Saturday, 5PM: Kay coughs a few times.
Saturday, 7PM: Kay feels like death.
The fact that somewhere between going waking up and 7PM I had become sick was, to say the least, startling. My muscles ached, my throat itched, my head pounded, I was unusually cold and no amount of layers was making me feel warm. As far as I could tell, I had a nightmarish fever, because it was burning my skin through two layers of cloth when I felt my forehead.
Saturday, 10PM: Kay tells herself it's time to go to bed, because she feels like death.
Saturday, 10:30PM:
baitedbreath gets online. Kay delays bed to have shiny words with her.Saturday, 11PM:
madfnorder returns from away. Kay delays bed to have plot discussion with him.Sunday, 1AM: Everyone gets offline. Kay collapses onto the bed.
Sunday, 3AM: Kay wakes up and feels like Hell has turned off the heat.
I literally wake up aching and clammy, shivering compulsively, and with my head a solid block of pain. I can hardly swallow and sleep again feels impossible. But somehow I stagger into the bathroom, take as much ibuprofen as I can justify and then some more, and try to tell myself to be grateful for the small things.
To be grateful for -- my nose somehow survives still intact, I can even breathe through it better than my throat, inasmuch as I can breathe through my nose, what with the deviated septum and all. And even though my throat itches fiercely and coughing is terribly painful, I am not compelled to cough, so excepting minor exertion I can avoid it.
Sunday, 5AM: Kay wakes up again, aching horribly. Tosses, goes back to sleep.
Sunday, 8AM: Kay wakes up again, aching horribly. Gets up, because the bed is sweaty and gross. Writes an LJ post to share her misery. It feels like the fever has broken: no longer burning to have direct contact with my forehead.
Sunday, 8:30AM: Hopefully, Kay gets back to sleep and sleeps until noon and then is able to breathe and move again.
Other things to be grateful for -- I'll have an excuse to cut short my phone call to Mom!