Yeah, I'm feeling marginally better. At least I don't feel like I'm dying anymore. Which I consider a good thing.
This morning was all kinds of fun and exciting, though. I dragged myself out of bed, and spent the next 20 minutes trying to remind myself that I had a test in less than an hour. Which is rather difficult when all you really want to do is take a lot of Tylenol and crawl back into bed, hoping everything will magically get better in a few hours.
The test went well. Dr. Hood's tests are a lot like Dr. Hummel's. Except maybe a little bit easier. Then we watched a PBS special on Peter and Paul, and I tried to stay awake and not hate my life too much.
Then I got back to the apartment and took a three-hour nap.
After that, and most of a box of macaroni and cheese, I felt rather better. As of now, that's still continuing, so I've managed to do productive things like insult random people over IM.
I have no idea what it is/was. I've had this several times before; the major symptoms are usually me being really exhausted, me aching all over, and me having my heart start pounding at random times for no reason at all. And no, I'm not preoccupied with myself at all.
At any rate, the symptoms are vague enough that I can't ever put my finger on what it is. I went to the doctor during one episode of this, and they couldn't put a finger on what it was either. But I'm not dead yet, and I don't think I'll be dying anytime soon, so I'm not going to worry about it.
Posted by Ardith at May 28, 2004 10:44 PM | TrackBack