As I wrote yesterday, I was pissed because I was unable to get to sleep. Well, now I'm Really Pissed! I spent the rest of the day fruitlessly trying to sleep, and didn't sleep at all. So I basically wasted ten hours. Go to bed. Toss/turn. Get up, check email, browse, get really sleepy. Go to bed. Repeat every hour until completely insane. Then shower and go to work.
On my fucking birthday, no less. The World Just Isn't Fair! (TM) Am I repeating myself? I do that a lot lately. My defense against that is bad memory, both yours and mine. I've said that before, too.
Brains have this tendency to build up toxins with extended periods of work or sometimes with just being awake. These toxins are called fatiguites; that's pronounced fa - TEE - gites. Once they reach a certain crucial point, they start reproducing like crazy. If you pour caffeine on them, they settle down slightly, just enough to fool you into thinking that you are actually doing all right. Then there's a sudden jump in production. The end product of this syndrome is goofosis (that's goo - FO -sis). A normal human being in the throes of goofosis is patently irresponsible, and is likely to make up words that are meaningless and then go on to use them in sentences that are by their very nature convoluted because the very structure of fatiguites is semi-helical and therefore vocalizations are unheeded if one has ever been exposed to this syndrome before. If you don't know what is going on somebody might get hurt or at least rendered more ignorant than they already are.
And there would be absolutely no excuse for that to happen. That's why I'm explaining this to you, so that you will have no excuse, you can't plead ignorance anymore after you've read that last paragraph. Insanity, maybe, but not ignorance.
Later on this same night....
Strange, isn't it... these vague physical symptoms, these vagrant wisps of dysphoria, suddenly coagulate and fester the instant that their legitimacy is established. So I went from feeling kinda crummy and tired to feeling really shitty just by looking at a thermometer.
I did tell them at work that I wasn't feeling well, and to maybe scout out a substitute for tonight... I hope it doesn't come to that, though.
Hah! I just got a clue. No, no, no, I mean I think that I might know what's going on. Well, shit. You know what I mean. Anyway, I started having chills. So I trots on over to the Emergency Department, where they keeps the thermometers. I pops a thermometer onto my mouth and watch the numbers rise. 100.1 degrees F it says. Now I have been taking ibuprophin all day and night to keep the headache down, which also keeps my temp down... so what is it really? I don't know and I don't care. I'm not going to go off the pain pills just to find out. I think that I'll go see a doctor and get some drugs, as in antibiotics. However, I now have proof that it's not just my mind that's gone, but probably my body is following it. My mind, I mean.... never mind.