I get sick a couple times a year, but usually it's nothing major: just a head cold accompanied by endless weariness. Once every two or three years, though, I get knocked on my ass by some bug or other. Now is one of those times.
I've been fighting something for the past month, and thought I had kicked it. Maybe I hadn't. Or maybe I caught something from one of the kids at Monday Night Football. (I do a poor job of not sharing food with them.) On Wednesday night, the illness began to take me down. My throat hurt. My nose was stuffed. My throat hurt. I couldn't sleep. My throat hurt. My throat hurt. My throat hurt.
I stayed home from work yesterday to sleep late. When I woke, my throat hurt. I drank three huge mugs of hot Thai tea. My throat hurt. Hopped up on all the caffeine, I cleaned the entire (!!!) house. My throat hurt. I took a long, hot bat. My throat hurt.
In the evening, Kris made a quesadilla for me. It was my first real food of the day, and tasted more delicious than it ought to be, but after I ate it my throat hurt. I took my temperature for the first time: 99.8. (My personal norm is 98.2, except that it is 97.8 after waking in the morning.) I tried to watch an Africa documentary from Netflix, but couldn't concentrate. My throat hurt.
I went to bed at 8:00 and slept til midnight, when I woke because my sinuses had become plugged (which is not good while wearing a C-PAP mask), and because my throat hurt. I took my temperature: 100.5. Finally, I sprayed my throat with some of that green gunk, but it didn't do anything. My throat hurt. (Roths are notoriously slow at applying medicinal treatment to ailments.)
I've spent the past hour sitting at the computer, surfing aimlessly, waiting to become tired, or for my sinuses to clear, or, especially, for my throat to cease hurting. I can't concentrate, though, so mostly I sit here, staring into space, listening to the patter of the cold rain outside the window. I think that maybe I should go downstairs and wash dishes or sort my books out of Dewey Decimal order or do some Extreme Soduku.
But my eyes are watery and sore. My body temperature is 100.0. I want to sleep.
My throat hurts.
Oh, look. It's 3:24 and I'm still up. My throat is still sore. I still can't fall asleep. My temperature is 99.7. I may go downstairs to take a bath. I'm craving bean with bacon soup. Would it be strange to fix some in the middle of the night?