I have a fever, and not the good kind.
When has a fever ever been good?
Don’t know. Maybe the Friday evening rush to get home from work? Or swimming in a newfound obsession perhaps? Those are good, I don’t mind those.
Instead, my feet are freezing while the rest of me is burning up. My mouth is dry and no amount of water can quench my thirst. Every time my eyes are open, hot tears escape and sand my eyeballs up, wheedling me to rub them even drier. I have a headache from lying down too much but when I try to stand, the whole room starts spinning and I get nauseous. My body’s had enough of my efforts trying to deny this fever, to be honest.
I’d imagine her going “sit yo ass down girl you’re not going anywhere.” Okay.
Maybe I should start listening to my body. I’m going to sleep now.