I’ve been sick for the past few days. I suppose it might be the flu, I can’t be sure.
I can’t remember the last time I was this sick. I honestly can’t even remember having a fever since I was a child, but I’ve had one for three days now. I wake up after an hour of sleep because I’m sweating so terribly. I start to do something and then forget what I was doing. There is a dull pain that seems to actually be as deep as my bones. It’s all sorts of cliches.
It’s also surreal to stop my life, as this fever is forcing me to do. I called in sick for a day of work, which hasn’t happened in almost a year; I’m considering missing Sunday too. I cancelled a tutoring session. I even missed a brunch! I’ve done nothing except lie in bed and force myself to keep sipping water.
Thank you in advance for the well wishes. But I assure you, this break from life has probably been a good thing for me. I feel very zen and at peace. Although that might just be fever delirium.