Fever

Fever broke a short while ago. Slept for 32 hours. Weak as a kitten but am alive. Last temperature I took was 104 Fahrenheit. If that wasn't the worst of it, I electrocuted myself unplugging the kettle. The spasm threw me across the room. Lucky I didn't hit anything sharp or hard. Lucky I didn't kill myself. I remember being on the floor. Sometime later I remember being on the sofa. That was yesterday morning, Friday. I woke up 30 minutes ago. It's Saturday night.

 

Temperature is down to 98. Can't get up stairs to brush my teeth. I have the foulest breath. Even walking to the kitchen for water exhausts me. Put the TV back on and there's nothing but some weird program telling people to stay indoors and do things with plastic bags and water and stuff. Too hard to concentrate on anything so it's better just left switched off.

 

Just saw my reflection in the hallway mirror. I look terrible. My eyes are in danger of falling into my skull and I'm as white as a sheet. At least the mirror can't smell my body odour. I really need a shower but that's upstairs. If I just go back to sleep and wait til evening I might have the strength for those damned stairs.

 

I should probably try to eat. Isn't that right starve a fever, feed a cold? No, that's dumb. Fuck, I don't know. Don't feel like food. Just don't want to get any weaker. Going to go back to sleep.