Ever wondered what it feels like to be a fire place. It was raining and it was relatively cold. I lay totally motionless at one little corner and I felt so much like a fire place, as though keeping everyone warmth. Reason being, my temperature was soaring and fluctuating high at a range about 39 degrees. 39 degrees is very high for a coldblooded person like me. (trust me, even at 37, I start to feel discomfort). I burned at my mattress for many hours, burning burning burning. Then panadol helped to ease the pain.
As the medicine started to kick in, I felt better. But at the same time, it felt as if the medicine was just a psycological conspiracy to make me feel better. The medicine, coupled with psychological effects of taking medicine, were probably ganging up to assuage my pain. After 45 minutes (which is exactly the time predicted by my mum for the medicine to take effect), I start to feel totally unheated. I felt largely and relatively at ease.
Then I made a bet with my mum that the temperature has dropped to 37.5 degrees from high 38s. As I patiently waited for the thermometer to load the readings, I was sincerely thinking that the temperature will not be above 38. As I removed the clinical thermometer from my arms I gasped. Jaw dropping experience, 39.1 degrees. And to think I was feeling much better than previously!! I was taken aback and so was everyone in the room because I was starting to become talkative and my stomach having some signs of hunger (tell-tale signs of recovery). Our body doesn't read temperature very well I suppose, especially when it's half-haywire due to the burning heat from within.
Now as I sit and I type this, my temperature is fluctuating at a range of 37-38, which means I'm on the road of recovery. Or maybe not, fever is known to be cyclic in nature. I might be hitting 39s again after sometime. As for now, medicine is good, seriously. Bravo. Ive been rotting in the bed for many hours and I'm finally feeling quite satisfied just by sitting up straight. Fever is no joke, but thankfully, there's no bugging irritating sore throat. For that, I am very grateful. (usually the sick package for me usually comes with sore throat, whether I like it or not).
Fever makes me garrulous. Seriously.
Today will be practically speaking, a waste of time. An untimely sickness totally purge the intention of mugging. I am once again, left with 8 days, with lots to recover from. Before I begin sitting and stoning, admiring the new blogskin which I have, I have to get down to some piano. my teacher is coming soon, and I haven't really touched my exam pieces. Oh great. And I wonder if my finger muscles will respond accordingly since I have disobedient muscles and a terrible ache due to the fever.
And again, procastination settles in. And I will mug tommorow.
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