delirium

So for the past week I've eaten less and less so I can skiv a bit off the edge. And on Monday night I was sitting around finishing up the half of the lunch I did not eat -- and then I thought, I could use a bit of a soup.. maybe I'll make this instant noodle tom yum and drink the soup and maybe eat the seafood bits in it. Which I did. Big mistake.

I woke up Tuesday feeling hunky dory until I got out of bed. Then this crazy gripping pain started in my stomach. But like a real trooper I went to work. Second big mistake. Right around 11am all that mattered in my world was a big mess of pain, headache and fever.

But this post isn't about my pain and anguish, its about the fever and delirium. You see, when I get a fever, which is fairly seldom, I can get delirious. Now I know people throw the word delirious all over the place to mean "haha you mad sucka foo". But in this case, its a real mind bending experience. The dreams start getting wierder.

So what is my point, really?

My point is that, sometimes you need people to rely on. If you're in a relationship, and you get sick and feverish where your mind is semi-gone, at least there'll be someone there who cares and perhaps wipe the sweat off your forehead as you mumble stupidly in your sleep. Or if you have a sibling or parent or relative nearby who can do the same. Now, I pride myself on my independence and the infallible logic of my mind. But there's nothing like a good delirious fever to shatter both that illusion right quick. So during that later half of that night, I stayed up wondering, "boy this would be a lot easier if I had someone who was taking care of me".

Boy, wouldn't that be a lot easier?