I spent last night twisting and turning in my sheets. I alternated between chills, where i couldn't get warm, and fever, when i felt like i was on fire. In the few hours i slept, i had a horrible dream that i was being boiled alive from the inside out.
I lay in bed this morning, bones aching and neck throbbing, and said to myself, "self, you are sick. I think you should stay home today and try to get better." So i did. I watched The Office (UK edition), and drank ginger ale, and slept. Tylonol is my hero.