I wake up in bed, tucked in nice and cleanly with a nightdress on and a much clearer head; I feel less unwell yet still fragile and bruised with a lingering temperature. That cotton wool head is not as severe, and my throat no longer feels like razor blades are lodged in the passage. I think it must have been a virus and last night it hit its peak with a little help from a New York thunderstorm.

This is what my body does, it gets sick and lingers for days and then WHAM like a flash flood it will spike, knock me for six for an intense twelve hours...