Sick Daze

Took some time off work this last week due to brutal bought of fever.  I think it was the chicken.  Damn thing is I cooked it myself so I pretty much just shot myself in the foot.  It wasn't until after pulling it from the fridge that I noticed the "keep frozen" label.  Ah, just fry the hell outta the bird, can't be too bad.  Twelve hours later I'm feeling dizzy and weak.  I make the trek to work regardless, thinking I'll pull through.  An hour in the office proves otherwise.  I opt out of a doctor's visit thinking a bit of Tylenol/rest will do the trick.  Sleep all day.  Wake up after the longest night in a while drenched in sweat with soreness in the eyes and joints.  My thighs are inexplicably sore.  Ok.  Doctor it is.  Vea from work comes to fetch me and we pay Dr. Sawbones a visit.  I was so out of it I forgot to ask him his opinion as to the cause.  Just answered the questions as best I could and bee-lined back to the air-conditioned car, feeling the pits.  Back at home I eat a bowl of fruit, my first food in 36hrs.  Then down go the meds.  More hellish sleep awaits.  My body reacts harshly, I'm still sweating bullets but now I've got a brutal case of the chills.  I bundle up in sweat pants and hoody under a now damp blanket and ride it out.  Shaking uncontrollably for a solid half hour.  Eventually it subsides and I strip again.  By morning I'm feeling much better, but not yet sure if I can handle a day of work.  Call it off again, see what this day brings.  Much better.  Return to work on a friday after missing three days.  Makes the weekend feel so much less earned.  I make friday an early night, not really feeling the urge to get the led out.  Need to hang on to what little cash I got anyhow.  What's more, tomorrow promises a funky reggae party.