rARsh!

Burning up

I was struck yesterday by a pain in my side. A nasty pain. One that seemed curiously familiar - if they’d not already removed my appendix many years ago I’d have sworn that it was back, in fact.

I came home early, then, went straight to bed and was asleep within minutes.

When I woke it was daylight and the clock told me it was half past six. Phew, I thought to myself, fifteen hours straight? That’s not a good sign. There was something troubling me, though, about the daylight although I couldn’t put my finger on what it was for a good 10 or 15 minutes. I powered up the lappie to check my mail. Nothing much had arrived (which in itself was not unusual). I still couldn’t put my finger on what was wrong with the light until I noticed the clock on the computer - 18:40. Ah. Only three hours then. I powered down and tucked myself up again.

Around ten o’clock I was woken by a text message but drifted off again after replying.

Awake again at two (still dark), the pain had subsided but I was running one hell of a fever, so I was soon asleep again. Until seven … then nine thirty. Bugger.

The pain does seem to have gone, thank goodness, but the fever’s still here. Very much so, in fact.

I’ll get up in a minute. I’ll just lie down for a second while …