When I think back to myself, sitting at the clinic yesterday, I can’t even believe that was *me*. It feels… dreamlike, unreal, like I made it up or like I was watching someone else.
Today when I woke and the first thing I noticed was that NOTHING HURT. I was in awe at how GOOD I felt. I still have this violent out-of-nowhere cough and a little stuffy head/runny nose, but the fever is GONE. My body no longer aches, and I haven’t had the shivers so far today.
With all the suffering in the world today, I feel so unbelievably LUCKY to live in a place and time where I can be weak with fever and sickness one day and SO MUCH BETTER the next. I’ve always been skeptical of many aspects of modern medicine, but DAY-UM if I don’t respect the shit out of the drugs I’m on. I know it’s science, but man it feels like a miracle.
(A couple days of fever and lying in bed though really wipes a person out. I’m on my 2nd nap of the day and it’s only 1:15!)