Gah. I woke up at seven. Well, actually, I'd been awake for four hours or so, lying in bed in a rejuvinative state, and simply chose to get out of bed and go take some pills at seven. Last night I thought I felt almost completely better. I think my symptoms decided to wear off for awhile so I could eat something, but it's good to know I won't die of starvation now. I'm getting better. I've still got the sore throat, swollen lymph nodes, and that godawful split lip which is very slowly healing, but I think most of my fever, my headache, dizziness and whatnot is gone. I want to see Larkin today. I can't wait.

Wow. I expected the antibiotics I've been on to help me out, but I didn't expect to feel so much better before I wake up tomorrow, or the next day for that matter. Like, 20 minutes ago, I sprang out of bed, sore throat, some stiffness, and headache cured, and possessed a hunger equal to that of a pot-smoking grizzly bear. I have, after all, not eaten much of anything in days, and now my body decided I need to fix that. Mmm. Muffins.

The road to recovery is slow and painful. The familiar headache of fever pounds if I turn my head in the wrong direction, moving my eyes to far to one side is agonizing. I haven't eaten too much in three days save a bagel or two and a sandwich. I'm stiff all over.

Nevertheless, I've got about 3000 milligrams of amoxicillin in me already, and I begin to feel better. Larkin is my best friend- Larkin and this box of anesthetic lozenges (which expired six years ago, but fuck, whatever has dyclonine). As long as I keep this cold rag on my forehead, my brain shouldn't melt from the fever. I'm not dizzy anymore. I did eat a half a bagel this morning, and unlike at dinner last night, I was not struck with dizziness, and I did not nearly lose consciousness. Things are looking up.

I hope to all that is powerful in this world that I'm better tomorrow. I'm dying to see Larkin again, yet I cannot make myself sociable in my hour of rejuvination. I can only sleep and take cold showers.

She came back for me! Larkin came home early from San Antonio yesterday to deliver me some of her amoxicillin so I don't get spinal meningitis and die! Thank you!

So yeah, I'm still sick. I feel pretty much like distilled shit right now. But I dunno. It's not the actual sickness that gets to me so much as the fact that I can't do anything. Can't go and mow lawns with Mr.Morris today, so I won't make any money, can't go over to Rob's, can't go over to Callie Blankenship's to fix her computer! And there's still no Larkin. Isn't it weird how, if you focus enough, you can feel someone's touch, but not the warmth associated with it? Ah hell, I don't need anymore warmth right now. I'm in a t-shirt and shorts and I'm dying of heat stroke. But I could use the touch. Stupid fever... Stupid sickness... Stupid mother that, yesterday, said we didn't need to go to the doctor. So we couldn't get me in yesterday. Well, no shit! How about to-fucking-day? Nope, she doesn't take Larkin's advice to me to go to the doctor's. And now, I've got every single symptom Larkin described to me, and she said I should really get antibiotics for this. Ugh.

I need a hug :(

Hey! I feel better! Taking a hot shower and drinking about 17 gallons of filtered water is a really nice home remedy.

Ugh. I feel like I've contracted the consumption. Last night, when I got back from Kevin Lai's place, my swollen lymph node was the biggest ever and hurt a lot, and a spell of dizziness hit me like a ton of bricks. No thanks to mom for any recovery, as she inFUCKINGSISTS GOD DAMNIT MOTHER FUCKER on waking me up at noon, when I could probably sleep the whole day. God, I'm stiff. I'm afraid to crack my neck, because I think it will break. So I guess I can't do anything today. I miss Larkin, but I suppose even if I went out with her I'd probably fall over a lot and/or get her sick.