Health losers: April 12-14

O immune system, why do you hate me so?

A sudden, high fever derailed my plans to head north for the remainder of my weekend. I'd wanted so badly to take this trip and certainly did not want to spend two days in bed, shivering and aching and, you know, feeling sorry for myself. Alas, nature had her way with me again.

When I have a fever, I don't sleep well, but I do dream, and the dreams are generally freaky and are often scary. The scariest dream I had yesterday was actually a rehash of one I had last week. In the dream, a scraggly man in a tan coat confronts me in the subway station. Apparently we've worked together, and he bears a grudge because I changed the headline on one of his stories. In the dream, I try to explain why I wrote what I did, but he'll have nothing of it. He takes out a water pistol and sprays fluid in my face. I don't know what the fluid is until I see him remove a matchbook from his pocket. I run from him, screaming for help, but the other people in the subway just stand there. I hear him strike a match and then see him leap onto the tracks and vault onto the other platform (he's an athletic little devil). I wake up before my flesh starts to burn.

Fun, huh?

Anyway, I fully intend to kick this fever's ass and be back in full blogging mode soon.