Feverish Fog

I spent the day on the couch wrapped in a sweat soaked blanket shivering like there was no tomorrow. My eyes cooking in their sockets, chills running through me and the fog of a fevered brain thinking all sorts of crazy things.
I hate being alone when I'm sick. It seems like having someone there...just in case...makes me feel just that little bit better. When jmk walked in the door just before 9:00 tonight I felt relieved...I summoned the strength to get off the couch and get some juice and some advil, and a couple of hours later the fever is starting to lift...
I hate being sick!