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Is there a doctor on my friends list?
A few nights ago, I woke from a nightmare of bubble-sheet testing with what felt like an ulcer. I swallowed alka-seltzer tablets and my stomach settled enough for sleep. The next day, I drove around a lot and stayed out all afternoon and evening, which exhausted me. I remember thinking how weird it was, to be so tired from having driven on the freeway and seen a movie. It’s not like the events should have been stressful. On top of becoming exhausted, one of my lymph nodes was beginning to feel sore.
I woke up half-dead from my day out. It was harder than usual to concentrate – resorting to the audio tapes of the latest Harry Potter is now as failed an effort as reading the text. I became increasingly irritable and spaced-out through the course of the day, and went to bed with a fever. I woke every two hours and felt like I was crawling with my last breath to the toilet and back. The night after that, I was so cold that my body shook and tensed up, making it difficult to draw in air. A few hours later? So hot I was sweating.
I can’t walk very far, because standing up causes dizziness. Without Dayquil Cold/Flu and Aspirin, there is a lot of pressure in my head. My body’s sore. My eyes can’t stand bright light. I can’t sit here for very long. I must go fall over.