Over the couple hours it took her to get down to Quincy, I got worse and worse. I was drenched and broiling and dizzy and uncoordinated and could sort of stagger to the bathroom but not without holding onto walls on the way. And the most worrisome thing was that I was so groggy; I couldn’t think clearly, and was just going over this vague notion that maybe plumtreeblossom would want to take me to the hospital when she got there. Which I thought every few seconds, and it was new every time.
Then, about 20min before she got here, it all went away, within five minutes or so. I was still soaked, of course, but was no longer broiling and the breeze from the window felt cool. I could think clearly (which is a really wild sensation when it comes back so quickly). And when I sat up, I was completely coordinated. So by the time plumtreeblossom got here, I was able to sit on the porch with her and have a perfectly normal conversation.
I’m definitely not well — I’m still achey and exhausted and a bit nauseous and very stuffy — but I am so, so much better than I was yesterday evening. That was the sickest I’ve been in about ten years.