I had a fever of 102.5-103 for several hours. I was at the precipine of delirium, the shelf in my room would start flitting around my room like a bat and I would just be like "I dont have time for this nonsense" and it would go back to where it belonged. All night I heard Tigers prowling in the walls. All I could do was lay in the furnace of my body and cry about how I was dying. Pathetic really. regul8 is so good to me. He forcefed me ibuprofen and other fever medicines. He made me chew ice (I was so cold because I was so hot that the ice would burn my mouth all the way down my throat to my belly) He took the covers off me even tho I kept insisting that it was like Siberia in here and crying because I was so cold. He put wet washclothes on my forehead and ran them under cold water once they became hotter than the water that comes out of the tap. He put movies on and sat with me to watch them and entertain me since I couldn't do anything but lay halfcurled up on my side. I pretty much think he saved me, because if he hadnt forced the meds down my throat I think my fever would have kept spiking up and not broken.
today I am merely snuffly, no sign of last nights burning fever. I think that I dreamt of Tiger all night. Tiger, tiger burning bright. In the forests of the night. What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
being sick sux. send entertainment plz.