Sleeping In
Sunday, April 19, 2009Sleeping In
I think I managed to fall asleep for a while, but not for long. The rain at five in the morning woke me up again, and I had to close the window in my bedroom. By this time, though, standing up already was a problem, and I went straight back to bed, curled up in the same ball once more. I couldn't sleep afterwards, with the dull pain in my stomach still very much present, and the horrific images of my stomach exploding started to come up in my head. There was this particular episode when this patient's testicles exploded or something, and I started thinking about stuff like that. It wasn't helping, but I am convinced at this point that when it comes to health, I am scared as hell. I just laid there in bed for the rest of the night, and I remember the clock being six-thirty when I had to go to the bathroom one more time. No, nothing came out yet, and I was falling asleep on the toilet bowl, being all frustrated at the same time. I waited till seven in the morning to do anything about it, and asked my mother for some laxatives. I downed two tubes of those supposedly "wonder dust", and waited for something to happen. Then, of course, things got worse by seven thirty in the morning.
A gust of wind from the window sent chills down my body. You know, the kind that pulls up all the goosebumps and makes your teeth chatter. I don't think it was a particularly strong wind, but it could only mean one thing at that point in time - I was having a fever. I didn't know why, and it just came out of the blues. I tried to fall asleep at that time, but the cold kept me awake once again as I shivered myself silly in the sheets. My teeth started chattering, and that was when I told my mother about the rising temperature. It soared pretty quick in the morning, and I took even more pills on top of what I was already taking. A load of medicine, a load of vitamin Cs, and a load of vitamin Bs. By that time, my head was weighing a ton, and I couldn't help myself but lie on the edge of my bed and moan. It was a horrible feeling, because even the slightest movement caused my brain - or at least it felt that way - to slosh around in the skull. It was as if my brain shrunk, and the skull was too big for it. So I bounced from side to side in my head and caused quite a racket. The only position that made me feel a little better was me lying on the bed with my hoodie and the blanket wrapped all around me. I was still freezing there, but at least I knew I was getting better - or hoped, anyway.
I am not sure about you, but one of my mortal fears is to slip in a bathroom. I remember squatting on the edge of the bathtub once and then falling backwards into it. The excruciating pain caused tears to shoot out from my eyes, and I still remember what happened until this day. Some time last year, my aunt was also the victim of wet floors in the bathroom, where she blanked out and slammed her face into the tap. So, you see, I am very wary about showering when I am having a heavy head, literally. I have to grab at a lot of things when I am inside, or I'd just choose to sit down in the bathtub and just let the water run down my back. I remember when I was young and sick, my mother would bathe me like that, and it was the best feeling ever. Now, of course, such a thing is impossible, and I'd much rather keep my nudity to myself. Yet, I was sitting there in my bathtub today, thinking about how great it would be if I could just sit there forever, you know? Hot showers and fevers go very well together, provided you have enough handles in the bathroom for you to hold on to. I buried my face in between my knees and allowed my hair to be soaked, and for a moment there I slept.
When you are sick, you are rather immobile for the most part. With a head like that, all I wanted to do was to sit on the sofa for a while and stare at things. So I turned on the television to watch Sunday morning TV shows, and boy do they suck. There's Whacked Out Sports, where they show amateur videos of things going awfully wrong in sports. It was kind of weird to hear the narrator speak of the accidents in a humorous tone when the accident itself is pretty damn serious. Then again, I found myself cheering on for the bull during a bull riding competition, where it downed about ten clowns and crew, all accounted. I have no respect for people who ride bulls, and I always like to see one of their butts being jabbed by the horns. Humans really do deserve it at times, I feel, doing stupid things like that. I also realized that Americans like the strangest sports ever. Like bull riding and drag races, what is the point of drag races? A race that ends in eight seconds, not exactly something I am very excited about. Anyway, I made my way back to my room where I drank something hot, and decided that I'd sleep the rest of the day away.
And so I did, the whole day away, while I changed t-shirts for all the perspiration that accumulated along the way. I was sticky, uncomfortable, and most of all I wanted to rest my head on the bed permanently. But the laxatives worked, and I found myself feeling better in the abdomen area by mid-afternoon. And as for the head, the fever has already gone away, leaving behind the giddiness that was, for the most part, unbearable. I am not sure if it was the fever or the fact that I stayed up all night feeling miserable. One thing is for sure though, and it is the fact that I made a lot of people worried, especially Neptina. She was on her way to church when I told her about it, and I really wasn't in the right frame of mind to make sense of my words. I appreciated her little medical advices over the phone, which is yet another reason why I love my girlfriend - she is awesome, because she is willing to hug you even when you are drenched in your own sweat. Anyway, I am much better now, though I haven't eaten anything for the whole day. I really should eat something more than shredded chicken, ginger, and pills though. Perhaps one more tube of laxatives first, yes. Damn this head is heavy.
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