Sleep did not happen. I woke up coughing all night. Finally at 5am I got up and decided to hit the gym for a short swim and a long session in the steam room. Short was putting the swim mildly, I was only able to throw out 1k y. It was pathetic. I couldn't breath to save my life. I couldn't do more then 300 at a time. I'd stop at the wall gasping for air....this, with no effort. The steam room felt good until I was about to pass out.
I only made it an hour into work. I couldn't focus and felt like I had a boa constrictor wrapped tightly around my chest, squeezing the air out of me. I went home.
Gargle with salt water
Chicken broth with red pepper flakes
Repeat x10 - yea, that's my day
My mom hooked me up with peppered turkey soup and some bomb ass almond cookies. They had to be good considering it's the only thing I've been able to taste. Have I mentioned previously that I have one of the best mothers in the world?
I'm slowly producing a mass colony of phlegm babies. They've decided to hold my lungs hostage. I think they are in cahoots with the cold/hot sweats aka fever. I'm fearful of falling asleep as I think that may give them the opportunity to take over. After my first nap I awoke to a 101 degree temp and my chest feeling as it had been trampled by a heard of elephants. My back is uber sore and feels like some one has thrown me up against the wall - and not in the good way. My sanity comes and goes. I'm growing restless and bored. This is going to be a very long, depressing weekend. Maybe I'll go buy a fifth of Crown and waste the next two days away in my bed. Dear Fever and Phlegm Gods, I give up. You win.