FEVER. The week continued to break me down, piece by piece... Friday, I broke my body. Leave early. Head swimming in mush with a freezing fever, I left work 30mins early. This never happens. I felt I needed to rush to the store and buy decongestant, antihistamine, Gatorade, and juice... I knew I was "in" for the weekend, and I was about to crash. Stumble in. Dragging myself up the stairs to the attic, I dropped my bags in the kitchen, fell to my room/office, placed my AIM message to a sad "away" message of sickness, and fell into bed, sweating and freezing. For the next three hours, my head swirled from thoughts of my own impending death and consequences therein to the knowledge I was burning up. I needed meds and fluids, but I couldn't get out from under the covers. I spoke outloud to myself and to people popping on and off my AIM account. I thought I was going to die. Painfully Rise. At 9pm, after several hours of extreme body aches, dyhydration and dementia, I somehow dragged myself into the kitchen and down half a bottle of Gatorade, which was still in the bag on the floor from earlier, struggle to open the Actifed meds (had to use a knife nearby), dunked my head in freezing water, and crashed back into the bed, adding a blanket before passing out. After Midnight. Three hours later, after some strangely peaceful rest, I awoke. Still disoriented, but less aches. Feeling "well" is relative. I felt a million times better, even though my head was stuffy. I felt used, abused, with sinus blockage, BUT a bit rested and like a human again. Every 3 hours I continued to awake in need of fluids and/or meds... until I awoke at 9am. I'm just glad to be alive. peace- seanrox