feverish

i took some nyquil last night, hoping it would knock me out so i could sleep through my discomfort.  only a few short hours later, i woke up groaning, the air around me still frigid, but i felt like i was on fire.  everything on my body was hot to the touch, even to me.  my husband took my temperature and it read 100.8.  suddenly, all the warmth i wanted so badly before was the last thing i wanted.  i wanted to stick my head in the freezer.  i wanted to stop the burning.

but i couldn't get up, let alone move.  when my skin was exposed to the air, i felt cold again, too cold.  what's worse was i knew i was a long way from salvation because not a bead of sweat was on my forehead.

i woke up every couple of hours, the minutes passing way too slowly.  i would shut my eyes, each time wishing for 1 a.m. when i could take my next dose.  my breathing was shallow, my heart beat in my ears.  i threw up, hoping i would be rid of the toxins in my body.  but every inch of me still hurt.  i tried to remain still, but how is that possible when it's agonizing not to move, even though it's all you want to do?  it was like i was injured but couldn't pinpoint exactly where the source of the pain was. 

it wasn't until morning when i opened my eyes, my body drenched in sweat.  my fever had broken.  i had made it through, finally.