It's the kind of low-grade fever that refuses to go away. After seeing the doctor (who is incidentally a locum), I took the prescribed medication only to suffer from palpitations, shortness of breath and accelerated heartbeats.
Bad enough that when one is sick, the best cure is usually lots of rest, with all the symptoms of taking the medication, sleep/rest seems to be out of the question. If ever I needed to stay awake, I know what combination of medication to take. Although I might be stoned for an hour or two.
My mouth feels like sandpaper and my extremities are so numb that I cut myself without feeling any pain. It's kinda weird not to have any feeling at all. That coupled with 2½ days of continuous photography is not helping much.
Oh well...I guess if there ever was a bad week in my entire life, this would be it.
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