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I'm on Day 6 from hell. I still have a fever. After 6 days of FEVER AND COUGHING AND BITTER HELL.

Where to start:

Wednesday -- Come down with a harmless cough at 9 a.m. By 4 p.m., I have a 102.5 fever. Shit. Here we go. Misery ensues.

Thursday -- Wake up between 7-9 times (or did I sleep 7-9 times?) I don't know. Fever persists at or above 103 from 2 a.m. through the day. I miss 1st class. Misery continues.

Friday -- Don't really sleep at all. Fever at 104 and above for duration of day. Go to doctor. I have a virus. Probably the flu. Get medications. Still feel like dying. Tylenol doesn't help. Neither does medication. Kill me. Attempt to email professors/classmates about Thursday. Computer will not turn on. That's right. My DELL INSPIRON 8600 laptop's hard drive crashes for 2nd time in 6 months. Lose everything. All of Thursday's homework. All query letters. All magazine articles. GONE. I'm delirious. If I had enough energy to pry myself out of my fourth-story window and out onto the pavement, I would have done it. Instead, I'm confined to bed, sweating, hallucinating. Fever still at 104. Misery at most hightened point in last 10 years.

Saturday -- Friend flies into town for weekend. Don't see him entire weekend. Fever still above 103 for duration of day. Misery continues.

Sunday -- Still rendered useless by fever. Watch about half of Super Bowl, heavily medicated and sedated. Still in misery. Fever drops during day. Starts at 103.7 at 3 a.m., down to 99.8 at 11 p.m.

Monday -- Miss Class #2. Lay in bed until 2 p.m. Fever abates to 101.7 for a high. Down to 99.1 at 4p.m. until now. Borrow friend's laptop. Attempt to write "writer reciation for class tomorrow. Cannot miss class tomorrow. It's 11:30. I have a 3000 word story due a week from tomorrow. Haven't started. I'm f-ed.

Tuesday -- Must finish writer recitation. Must attend class and give recitation. Must interview subject of 3000 word piece starting at 6 p.m. By the grace of God, please lift this death-cloud off of me. I must work now. I've got no time to die.



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