I knew I had a wee little ear infection yesterday from the crazy weekend. I knew my body has taken strain over the last month.
But I wasn't prepared to wake up with full-blown tonsilitis this morning.
What a fucking nightmare. I've been in and out of tears all night because my throat is so sore. I woke throughout the night with a fever so bad, I thought my hands were on fire. I was scorching, then I was so cold, no amount of blankets would help.
Then I got all delirious, and because it was 3:00am, I reckoned Satan was in my room again, so I just cried and cried and cried. I can't talk. It's too painful, and I'm sweating buckets from the fever. Jesus supposedly told me last night if I stop blaspheming so muh he might make me live, but 'I'm actually on my deathbed.'
Poor Ant - she awoke to my hysterical sobbing this morning.
I've finally had a physical and mental meltdown. It's helluva inconvenient, not to mention really painful.
Fucked. And all I want is visitors, I cannot get out of bed.