Last saturday night I felt a little feverish achey so I went to bed early.
I had let the cats in because it was cold and raining.
Right around midnight one of the cats 'Scout' was getting into trouble and I rose from the bed to deal with it.... and thats when it hit me.
What was a mild chill became uncotrollable shivvering and my stomache started to wretch.
I made a mad dash for the bathoom, thank god the wife is outa town and the lid was up.
I sat there for 20 minutes puking shivering a pathetic hulk.
Once I gathered back my constitution I cleaned up a little and slinked back into bed and threw on tripple covers and shivered everytime I even thought about cool air. Every time I rolled over the shivers would come back.
Today is monday and while the wretching has stopped I still have a fever of 102.
I have never had something hit me like that before and I never want to go through it again.