when i woke up i was shivering under 3 layers of blankets. the fever was bad. my skin was burning to the touch and my chest was red because of the heat that was coming off it in curtains off discomfort, sending my brain into fever-induced delerium. i started freaking out a little bit, hearing myself groan, and toss in an effort to find some comfort in my bed. i was surprisingly not drenched in sickly sweat - but this was not a good thing. this meant i was dehydrated. slowly coming to, i realised that i had to lower my body temperature. but wait, that would make me shiver more, i though in a daze. perhaps, my other brain said, but only for a short while. the most importrant thing is to get the pills in you and reduce this fever. then things will be normal. after convincing my body that i needed to take off the blankets, things started to improve a bit. my temperature lowered and i started to feel more with it. i downed a glass off water- cold water, to try and rehydrate myself. becky would be over in a few hours with gatorade. that would be calling in the big guns. like taking penicillin. god, i hoped it would act fast. i wanted the penicillin to reboot my immune system like last time. i managed to pee some - it was hot sickening urine. the kind that burned a little when it came out. i have to get better. i have a show on saturday. a benefit concert for allston-brighton free radio. this has to stop. tomorrow i will attempt to go to work. we'll see how it turns out.

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