As it turns out, it only takes a few days of not sleeping to send a person mad.
I caught the flu from a bar floozy on Saturday night, returning home entirely unawares. I felt a bit rough on Monday, felt about the same Tuesday and then BAM! I struggled through work on Wednesday but left after all my classes had finished, a couple of hours early. Thursday was a trip to the hospital for my scans, with enough energy left over to get home and sit on the sofa, sweating into it.
Friday was a trip to the hospital to get the results of my scans, talk to the doctor, then a road trip to the local county capital city for my visa. That was a long day.
Saturday was a sit on my ass doing nothing day, as was Sunday. On Sunday, things got worse. It felt like I had an ear infection, then the glands under my chin (#EDIT# hahaha, I meant in my neck) swelled to make moving my head impossible, and I had no painkiller to combat it. Every time I swallowed, it hurt. Not a little bit either. I couldn't cough to clear my lungs, or swallow to clear my throat. It's that which makes it so painful, knowing that you're going to cough a hundred times, and clear your throat (involuntarily) a hundred more.
It really sucked, and I didn't sleep. This after struggling to sleep the few nights prior, meant I didn't go into work on Monday.
But here I am, on Tuesday, feeling substantially better. I still ache, my joints still hurt a bit, my neck is sore and my head throbs, but I've crested the hill. I can eat, I can drink, I can laugh and play. I am better.
And I have grown as a person:
Never again will I kiss a random floozy at a bar.
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