2005-02-07 - 2:33 p.m.

I just spent the last 36 hours tumbling in and out of consciousness, hot, cold, hot, cold, chills, sweat, tears, sweat...

Something nasty got a hold of me, and took me for a real fuckin ride the last two days. Before I went to work Saturday night, I was feeling a little woozy, and had a bit of a fever. Well of course Cody's was packed wall-to-wall leaving me not a single moment to catch my breath.

Instead I was whipping my body from one end of the bar to another, soaking up carcinogens, slicing layers of skin off with each bottlecap twist, actually being completely aware of every decimal degree my fever was climbing.

It never stopped. Not until the heathens were forced out the doors by our (god bless them) bouncers. As the blood retreated from my extremities, I felt like collapsing. I still had cleaning and restocking to do and somehow I managed to get through those tasks (like a zombie I'm sure.)

The next day and a half is a complete blur to me. I laid in bed under 3 layers of clothes and two blankets. At times I felt like I was going to freeze to death, only to be suddenly overwhelmed by unbearable burning sensations. My hands and feet routinely fell asleep, the blood unable or unwilling to pump to the ends of my body. My lungs closed from time to time, inducing a panic in my dreams, forcing my eyelids wide open. Time passed, it was dark then palely lit, then dark. I wondered when and if the fever would lift.

And now it finally has.

Sleep: 39 hours in and out of consciousness.
Food intake: Half a gatorade.

That was fun. Let's not do it again anytime soon though.

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