I was feeling kinda crappy, but Thursday when I woke up, crappy went into full blown overdrive "I wish I were dead!" mode. Fever? Yup. Felt like I was standing beside myself a lot. Felt like my entire perspective was slightly skewered. And, for those who have checkered pasts and can relate to this... I felt like someone had bonged me with some really potent, laced pot. As in, the walls would start zooming out or zooming in. Chrissy or Goten would "meow" every once in awhile (no, they weren't really concerned about me, per say, just afraid their food source might die) and it would sound like it was coming from miles away. While I recognized the feeling, I also haven't smoked pot in... well an extremely long time. So, I'd go, "Oh god, who gave me the bad weed?" then I'd remember, "If anyone did give me bad weed, it had to be over 13 years ago, I think it's out of my system by now!"
So, Thursday through today, I've pretty much been on the couch. Watching TV, sleeping, drinking fluids, and pounding cold medicines.
I'm actually feeling somewhat human today. Still have a hacking cough though, which is really annoying at night. The odd thing is that my lungs don't feel all that congested. In fact, considering the hell they've been through, my lungs feel pretty good. But, I have this annoying tickle in my throat that just will not go away. The coughing has given me a sore throat, that feels like someone has wrapped their hand around my neck and is squeezing it.
But, I think I'll live. Seems weird that I "missed" Thanksgiving. My dad and mom, god bless them, brought us a ton and a half of leftovers, so I still have all the long lasting benifits of Thanksgiving, including some awesome turkey soup I made in the crockpot of course. But, not going up to my folks and all such... it's like I'm now not feeling like Christmas is coming. To me, Thanksgiving was always the start of the Christmas season. When we ran up to Stop and Shop today, to buy a few things, I'm looking at the Christmas stuff and thinking, Oh god, they have to keep pushing Christmas earlier and earlier! which was followed quickly by, Duh! Thanksgiving passed, you moron!
So, while I still have the cough and the sore throat, I also seem to have the ability to think with something resembling logic back. This is good.
Unfortunately, I haven't done any writing. I hope to correct that, but the problem is that doing things...even simple, stupid things, makes me extremely tired. I guess I'm still getting over this.