Dreadfully Ill

X (formerly Twitter): Lara Logan

Today has been virtually Hell for me, thanks to the respiratory infection that I discovered was developing yesterday afternoon when I rose from my early afternoon nap.

Overnight I used the toilet around 1:30 a.m., and could not sleep thereafter. I felt feverish, chilly outside of bed, joints ─ especially my hands and left wrist ─ and muscles aching, draining nasal passages as well as clogging of sinuses, burning eyes, weakness. There would be no activity today.

At 3 a.m. I did consider my venture to the elementary school playground, but my younger brother was still up and I had no desire for communication with anyone.

I tried to sleep, finally giving up just before 4 a.m., occupying myself here at my bedside computer. Then I heard my brother finally coming up the stairs ─ to his bedroom, I expected.

Towards 5 a.m. I opened my bedroom door ─ the T.V. was still playing. Did he not retire after all?

A cautious investigation revealed him to be absent ─ he was so drunk that he just went to bed with no thought of the T.V.

I was not up too much longer, for I was feeling so damned in need of sleep. And I was to remain in bed until something like 8:38 a.m., a little surprised that my brother was downstairs again watching T.V.

When I later mentioned his 4 a.m. nonsense, his expression clearly revealed that he had no memory of being up that late.

As for morning T.V., the only two shows we stuck with were Poirot ─ episode two ("Murder in the Mews") of the very first series or season; and a 2013 movie titled The Employer.

I found the movie to be very unsatisfying because I detest evil people triumphing unscathed.

But should you wish to watch the feature, my source was uploaded August 9, 2019, to YouTube's Movie Central channel: The Employer | Full Thriller Movie | Malcolm McDowell | David Dastmalchian.

Anyway, after my day's first and thus far only meal, I had my nap. Initially I felt better, but then a decline struck and it has lasted. I had to return to bed around 5 p.m. and more or less remained there for well over three hours.

This is supposed to be a bath day, but that is not an experience I can brave. I'm so damned ill. I only rose this evening to discharge my blogging debt.

Why the Hell is the outside of my left wrist so infernally cripplingly sore? It feels as if it is semi-sprained, but I can only attribute the problem to be the fault of resting my hand in some peculiar position in bed for too long.

I feel myself too sick to care to drink. Besides, I want to remain in bed and not find myself being forced from it to use the toilet due to excess fluid intake.

Am I to lose tomorrow too?

Right now it is 10:24 p.m., and I am going to get back to bed.