If you walk out on me walking after you

Day three of the flu. Day one was tricky, I thought it was just a cold, so I did things like walk all over the neighborhood and shop at thrift stores. By that night I was super feverish and had a bad night of sleeping. Yesterday is a blur and really felt like more than one day. And last night, well, last night was scary. I passed out on the couch around 10 and dommeyourass tucked me in and I stayed there until about 3 am, when my body ached so bad, the fever was so disorienting, I seemed to be choking no matter what position I laid in. So I got up to heat up water and take more cold medication and go back to sleep on the futon. While standing by the stove, I started to get the dizzy tunnel-vision thing that happens right before your body starts to puke, so I headed towards the bathroom but then something weird happened. All I know is that somehow I ended up in the next room and I started to collapse and I grabbed the wall and knocked my head against the glass door of the built-in hutch and then I was sitting on the ground. After a few seconds I got oriented and crawled to the bathroom. In those first few moments, I remember thinking: wow, I can't even call out for help -- this sucks.

It was a little scary. Actually a lot scary, to feel so immobilized and out of control of my body. But within a few minutes I was sitting and drinking tea and felt okay. I went back to sleep. And today, I'm still not well, but I'm better, and my fever broke. Maybe that's what I experienced last night. I didn't realize the term "fever breaking" was so literal.

It was only a couple weeks ago I had the food poisoning/stomach virus thing. So now of course I'm freaking out that I have an immune system disorder. If you are a hypochondriac, do your psyche a favor and don't watch the television show "House".

Today I'm sick of watching television so I'm reading fluffy magazines and downloading music like Neneh Cherry's career depends on me.