Hey, I'm not dead! Awesome!
◊ Whoo ... feeling fragile.
My fever finally broke after a full 24 hours, but not before I managed to sweat through two full changes of clothes. I have no idea how much liquid it takes to soak through two layers of fabric, including a thick sweater; I didn't know I had that much liquid in me. I slept on the couch and sweated on that, too. Every time I came back from the bathroom, shivering and miserable, I'd lay back down on the clammy cushions and wish I were unconscious or dead.
I lost five pounds in the last few days due to illness and my lymph nodes are all swollen — it feels like there are a couple of golf balls growing out of my neck. I'm all feeble, I can barely hear anything except this stupid whoosh noise all the time and food makes me want to throw up.
But I just won a fox skull on eBay, so I'm doing OK.