Jan 16, 2003 09:46
I borrowed some money from the bank, bought a plane ticket home (Albany NY), and on the plane I get hit with the worst fever of my life. I changed planes in Chicago. As I was walking around I began shaking uncontrollably. And sweating. I grabbed some hot tea and cupped my hands around it like some kind of homeless junkie. Shivered and sipped, sipped and shivered. The plane taxied around the runways for what seemed like forever. I had to excuse myself from a conversation with the man sitting next to me, as I was delirious. As we started our downward approach, my ears began ringing. This pressure grew behind them, to the point of pain. I asked the steward if there was anything that he could do. He gave me two small styrofoam cups with napkins soaked in hot water squished to the bottom of them. He had be place them over my ears to help equalize the pressure or loosten things up or something. It didn't really help, but it did distract me from the pain in my ears. When we landed I realized how tone deaf I was. Everything was a bass-y mumble.
I have been sleeping and forcing myself to drink water for the past two days. I have no apetite. I am mostly delirious. I forced myself to eat half a bowl of cereal yesterday.
I hear bad things can come of adult fevers. So I may be going to the doctor's. Man. It really sucks not having health insurance.
It sucks coming home to visit my fatally ill father and being sicker than a dog.
Evan