Sick, again

The holidays have barely started, and I'm sick.

Coughing like no one's business and with on-and-off fevers.

I barely slept last night because I just felt so damned uncomfortable. My entire body ached, regardless of whether that part of my body was in contact with the bed or not. I really wished I could be suspended in mid-air. To float or something. Or to be submerged in wonderfully warm water with soft music that will lull me to sleep.

Of course, none of that happened.

Instead, I was alternating between feeling hot under the covers, and very, very cold when I lifted my comforter the slightest bit. I looked at the time. It was 3 something in the morning. Barely 2 hours after I got off the phone with Daryl. I tossed at turned (very slowly), sat up, then visited the toilet before trudging my way back to my bed. I felt my forehead. It felt cold. I took my temperature on the whim.

Only to find that it had increased =.=

After I dragged myself out of bed again to get some paracetamol in an attempt to soothe my pounding head, I SMSed Daryl. I was hoping that he would be woken up by the SMS and call me or something, and yet, I hoped that it wouldn't wake him up or he wouldn't get enough sleep. He didn't wake up in the end and I tried to tire myself out by reading. I got through about 3 chapters before my eyes decided that they wanted to give way. I put the book down, visited the toilet again, came back, and I couldn't fall asleep. It was about 5 in the morning now.

I lay there, trying to make myself comfortable but sleep continued to evade me. It was sleep that I needed to get better, and my body was refusing to sleep. My eyes were hurting, my head was pounding and my whole body was aching, desperately needing unconsciousness but at the same time, denying itself of sleep.

I finally drifted off somewhere between 7-9am.

Daryl then called me around 10 odd, worry lacing his voice. I was wondering why, instead of the usual grunts and the odd just-woken-up noises, he sounded wide awake and alert, and very worried. Then I remembered the SMS I sent him so long ago.

He rushed out of the house after washing up and stuff to come here to buy me porridge (which I didn't eat), let me poke and annoy him, watch me try to sleep on the sofa and leech my SCV. I couldn't get to sleep so we ended up watching Kung Fu Hustle. Then we went down to eat.

And barely half an hour after returning from the oddly-timed meal, I'm hungry again. And I'm so damn tired, but I just can't get to sleep. I hope I can get my needed rest tonight. I won't be able to take two days in a row of this lack of sleep and the aches and pains.

Someone make me liang teh.
(-nudge nudge poke poke-)