My Four Days In Hell

So last weekend, I wasn’t expecting this week to completely suck ass.  I really wasn’t.  I was expecting to go to work, and be on-call, and things would go relatively smoothly…  Never have I been so wrong.

I’ve had a cold (or so I presume) since at least Sunday.  I slept most of Sunday away, from probably 1 AM until like 4 or 5 PM.  Yeah, 15 or 16 hours of straight sleep.  Now, the absolutely awesome part about my four days of being sick was the fluctuations in body temperature!  I’d go from freezing to burning up in a matter of minutes, it’s great.  During those 15 hours of sleep, I had some of the most agonizing and tortuous dreams of my life.  Imagine being in a lifelike dream where your entire body is burning up.  You can’t move.  You can’t cool down.  You’re sweating profusely and your sheets feel like a red hot iron against your entire body…  Agony.  Complete agony.

After I finally woke up completely soaked, I spent the rest of my Sunday coughing.  And coughing.  And coughing.  At least once every minute I was coughing.  And it wasn’t a productive cough with phlegm.  It was a dry, painful, unproductive, annoying as hell cough.  Non stop.  Nearly to the point of vomiting, it was so persistent and so pointless.  My whole body was in pain, random cramps and soreness.  My nose was running.  I was a complete and utter mess.

I called in on Monday because there was no way in hell I was going to be able to work with a constant cough.  Repeat.  The exact same night of sleep, the exact same day of agony.  I didn’t want to do anything, my body temp was all over the place.  Monday was the same, Tuesday was the same, and today was finally the beginning of my recovery.  The greatest fucking news of my life was coughing this morning, and having a huge chunk of dark green grossness fall into the sink.  I was finally getting that shit out.  Here we are at like 9 o’clock and I still feel like shit, but I feel significantly better than I did for the last four days, if that’s any indication of just how bad I’ve had it.

Tomorrow brings me back to work, regardless of how I feel.  If I gotta suffer through, then so be it I guess.  Time to relax for a bit tonight then get to sleep.

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