I rarely get sick. Sure, I manage to injure myself often enough, and other painful conditions reassert themselves from time to time, but actual illness is something that only takes me every few years or so. Well, it is apparently that time again! At present, I feel like there is a thick stream of mucus running from my head to my gut. It is clogging my throat and routinely emptying in my nose, causing me to go through a considerable amount of tissues. And deep inside my chest is a pit that alternates between feelings of heat and cold, which can either be somewhat pleasant or rack me with teeth-chattering discomfort. I do not enjoy being sick.
These feverish feelings are also accompanied by a slight delirium. It's not quite intense enough to get me to act upon the distorted thoughts and sights that plague me in this state, but it's still rather odd. For instance, when I curled up in my covers last night, I distinctly thought of myself as being an insect nestling into my cocoon. When I closed my eyes, I saw the stippled brown casing, bits of leaves, and the branch from which I hung; when I reached out to draw the covers in around my chin, I saw a hairy insect limb where my hand would have been (what I saw was really more like a fly limb than that of a caterpillar, but hey). Right now, it is almost as if I can feel gears turning in my head and thoughts being squeezed out of my mental apparatus like dollops of batter being pumped onto a conveyor belt from some giant... squeezing thing. My head hurts and my ears are popping as if I just exited a trans-national flight.
I hope that I feel better soon! Not that I ever feel great, but... yeah. 🙁
