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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Wednesday 6 August 2003 (Day View)
06.08.2003 – Wednesday 6 August – I get sick
- • I woke sick. I am stupid. Why did I stay up so late last night? Thinking back, I don’t think I ate anything either. Now I’m sick – terribly sick. It feels like flu but I’m hoping it’s just exhaustion and lack of food. I lazed about for the majority of the day, managing to sleep most of the time. I had a shocking night. I lay in bed, feverish and delusional, and then heard a car coming. I figured it was morning, so I checked the time – it was just past midnight and it was Joe getting home from work. I did manage to get a bit of sleep in amongst the fever, but it definitely wasn’t fun. It’s strange being delusional and feverish, I thought about the weirdest things. Every so often, I’d wake up and realise that my feverish thoughts weren’t actually true. It’s not fun lying in bed, aching, sick, incredibly hot and feverish, and just waiting for something to happen.