I honestly do not care if it is anthrax, bubonic plague, ebola, the common cold, or an abscess in my lung which is causing this. The result is the same: Me wanting to have a very, very cold bath.

Still having all the water.
Still got all of the previous symptoms, with the added fun new one of me having a lumpy throat. Lymphnode-tastic.

Consider this an ODE to drugs. I happily admit I am hooked. I am a junkie. I get the shakes if I miss a single dose. I am desperate for more, more, MORE!!!

Paracetamol. I declare you the fever-reducing drug of the month! In delightful combination with pseudoephedrine, my favourite decongestant and the ingredient of choice for meth-labs.

Then I felt worse again, and remembered that paracetamol only works for 4 hours or so. So I had more. Nice drugs. Niiiice drugs.

Symptoms:

Blurry vision.
Dry-ish and kinda sharply hurting cough.
Difficulty breathing.
Snot. Lots of it.
Mild nausea, probably snot-related.
Stomach-upset
Tiredness, sleeping twice normal hours (13 as opposed to 6,5)
Waking up lots during the night because of breathing or being too hot.
Mental fatigue. (Watching Yes, Minister for one episode made me want to snooze.)
Headache.
Chest pains.
Hot flushes. Standing in front of an open window feels far too good.
Fever. Unsure how high.
Muscle weakness, randomly and annoyingly stopping me from getting up or lifting the kettle.
Brain Not Working Properly. (Writing this post has taken me close to an hour, I stutter for words on the phone and forget the beginning of sentences mid sentence.)

Medication:

Paracetamol for the fever and pains
Benilin for the cough
Sudafed for the breathing at night

Status: Bored. Really, really bored.
I can’t read things, even Norwegian kids books. I can skim online articles but not understand them, I can’t sleep.
I am too hot for everything. I have made egg drop soup, but that was as much cooking as I felt up to, and even then I cut myself whilst chopping garlic.. I never cut myself whilst cooking. Ever.