No two ways about it; discounting food poisoning, this is the sickest I have been in a decade.

I don't know what I have! Fever, lightheadedness, and aching are my only symptoms. (And chills, but I file that under 'fever'.) Those of you who know me and my vaunted cold resistance and heat generation prowess probably cannot imagine me huddled under a blanket and thick comforter and STILL be shivering violently, but that was me yesterday morning. Ibuprofen has been my godsend and salvation, at around four tablets every two hours or so, which means my stomach will be shredded to glue come the end of this.

My doctor believes it's a viral illness, and advised me to just stay home and rest. This sits very poorly with my sense of responsibility. I despise calling off work for any reason; I didn't miss a day of class in all my years of college and I don't think I've ever missed a day of work from sickness before (except back in college, but I STILL went to class).

I'm not a happy camper right now. Siiiiigh.