Well it starts out innocently enough,
As I notice that my voice has gone gruff,
But then it turns out I ran outta luck,
Now I'm dealing with a cough and other stuff.
I try to deny it, 'cause yeah I'm tough,
But everyone knows what I'm running from,
This is a killjoy which ruins my fun,
'Cause now at home I'm nothing but stuck.
I've got a fever, that I am runnin',
Ninety-nine point nine, that I am an',
Hate all these things, that I can
Not do, oh I'm helpless as a lamb.
I swore I was getting better I was,
All for naught, all I had done.
It's pathetic what I've now become,
This is a battle I wish I had won.
I've got a fever, that I am runnin',
Ninety-nine point nine, that I am an',
Hate all these things, that I can
Not do, oh I'm helpless as a lamb.
I've got a fever, that I am runnin',
Ninety-nine point nine, that I am an',
Hate all these things, that I can
Not do, oh I'm helpless as a lamb.
I mean for what's essentially improv, not half bad I suppose.
Butyeah. 99.9 is definitely a fever, even for my family. (Our family completely and entirely, naturally, by our biology, has an average temperature that is notably above what is considered "standard". Google tells me the normal is 98.6. The normal for us would be at least 98.8, if not 98.9.)
I wasn't sick a week ago. Then I started sleeping bad. Instantly I suffered, beyond what would be pseudosickness. It was basically gone yesterday--in fact I almost blogged about it being gone by telling a story about me sneezing. (I never sneeze when I'm sick; sneezing is a sign that I'm healthy. Because of my family curse biology-wise, which I've blogged about before.)
And it was true! Yesterday, I was recovered.
I slept fine last night, no interruptions, no feelings of discomfort, for a long time.
And yet, in spite of that, it returned with a vengeance today, so it's a fight I'm not exactly winning.
Sickness sucks.