OH precious computer. OH precious connection to the rest of the 'verse. How I missed thee!
I've been at Death's door (or is it the other way around?) for the past few days. I know I said I was going to shut myself away for awhile, but I didn't really mean it. Then, Fate intervened. She said, "Be careful what you wish for," or something akin. And so I succumbed to some sort of disease the likes of which I have never encountered.
Though it feels very much like the flu.
I'm not sure how it happened. We were all put through the ringer, of sorts, when we boarded, and I figured I'd probably never have to worry about flu again. Colds, sure, because bacteria never seems to go away, but viruses? Can't they zap that away with the flick of a magic science gadget? Or am I just all wrong?
Suffice it to say that the past few days have been like the coming of Hell on earth, right out through all my orifices. I know that was overly dramatic and probably gross to boot, but hey, honesty IS the best policy. It's been a nightmare. I haven't really been able to get out of bed except to sort of fling myself toward the bathroom to do my bidness; at any other time, trying meant horrendifull dizzy spells which, if prolonged, led to fainting.
I've never fainted before. That oughta tell you how bad it was.
I think the Drew le' tor have been quarantining me or something, since nobody has come to visit me in my time of dying. Either that, or they were all chicken. I don't blame them. I wouldn't wish this on my old high school bullies, and lord knows they deserve it.
I'm getting better now, but I'm still weak. I'm hoping that a few more days of sucking down liquid sludge (yes, I did figure out how to make it do that quite awhile ago) will motivate my body to move beyond this and recover more quickly. I'm getting tired of looking at my ceiling, and honestly, I could use some sort of human comforting. Preferably male, at this point. Can I just bury myself into somebody's chest and be a child for awhile? "I'm sick, take care of me."
It still weirds me out that I got sick at all. Honestly, where did it come from? This ship is just so darn clean, and we've all been healthy ever since we boarded. Oh well, I guess it's just one of those things.
