I want to tear off my clothes and roll on the carpet. My lungs spasm into dry, tight little tickly-coughs that make my head pound with each spasmodic contraction of my diaphram. I can feel the overwrought muscles of my neck squeal and squirm. My body hunkers up with achiness as my fever soars. I just want to rip open my shirt and splash water all over my chest, fan my skirt out swishingly fast, kick off my heels and rub my stockinged feet all over the nubbly carpet. My body needs comfort.
I've lived on a steady diet of TheraFlu, ibuprofen, Mucinex, Delsym, anti-oxidant tea, water and orange juice. And a few oranges. And some toast. And an occassional meal. Not that my scale would notice any difference. Those ibuprofen must be packed with calories.