What's strange, I am running a fever. It's been a damn long time since I last have had a fever. Normally, I am way on the low side, and the last time I was sick - with the swine flu, most likely - instead of going up it went all the way down to just half a degree above clinical hypothermia (read: just above comatose). In the morning, I realized I am in no shape to go to work, but I did try to work from home, Until in early afternoon I started losing it and realized that I *need* to lay down. So I took the sick half-day and went to the couch, where I have remained since. And will probably remain tomorrow.
The worst thing is, I can't even study, and the exam is next Tuesday. My only consolation is, it would have been worse if I had gotten sick right before Christmas and had to fly in this state.
I have ran out of milk, but by some strange foresight, I have bought sweetened condensed milk a couple weeks ago, for the first time in many years. So I am drinking tons of tea with it, periodic doses of cognac and aspirin (neither seems to do much good, but still), and praying that I feel better soon. Ordered a nice dinner from the Italian restaurant next door, they deliver. So I am no set for my confinement... but I still HATE being sick.