Pkchukiss - Reality Wine

Just yesterday, I came down with a serious case of the common bug. Though I didn’t go crazy and bite someone (it wasn’t rabies; I think it transmit through animal bites), the fever literally annoyed.

It actually happened on Sunday evening, just when we were having a chalet to celebrate a friend’s birthday. After the guests had left, and the friend’s parents left, we happily broke out the alcohol, intending to intoxicate the birthday boy.

After only 4 bowls - we didn’t have cups left, since the guests wiped off the entire supply during the dinner earlier - my body glowed a dangerous lobster shade. Under normal circumstances, I would have been able to survive the resulting knock-back from the alcohol, but for unknown reasons, I felt my concentration slipping. My head wasn’t spinning, but I could hear my heart-beat throbbing painfully in my head.

I got behind the wheel, and managed to crash the car on a road divider. Apparently, the car was speeding too fast to swerve into the lane safely. Thankfully, nothing came out of the accident, since the game automatically regenerates the car, and in just seconds, I had a brand new car to crash at the next barrier.

Later, we adjourned to one of the two bedrooms for the movie marathon. As I sat down, I lose the focus of the laptop, and closed my eyes. My friends saw this, and suggested that I sleep off some of the alcohol in the next room.

The next room’s temperature was set at 23 degrees. My body trembled involuntarily the moment I entered the room, and I was unable to bear the cold. I laid down for a few minutes, but the cold seemed to seep through my bones, which made the experience a torture.

Having gained some semblence of a consciousness, I stole one of the mattresses, and went to sleep in the living room, which, thankfully, was the only non-airconditioned room in the entire place.

It was there I shivered till dawn, unable to fall asleep, driven by the alcohol induced state.

Was that the feeling of being drunk? I seriously doubt so; I had gone for drinking sessions where I polished off more alcohol than usual, but this was the first time I started swimming in my mind. I pin this on the illness, probably including the fever that prevented me from sleeping in the air-conditioned room. Then again, drunks have always insisted that they were sober

The illness progressed to the next stage on Monday morning: we were due to go for a karoke session in the afternoon. My friend commented that I looked sick, so he lent me his windbreaker.

It proved to be a life-saver. The place had a ridiculously cold temperature setting, and we all huddled close for warmth, till the extent that we probably looked like a bunch of homosexuals to the staff there.

I attained the sore throat there. It was the ultimate killer for the session, since I couldn’t reasonably sing with the sore throat.

The flu virus couldn’t decide whether it wanted me to have a high fever, or a sore throat, so I ended up having a mild fever that was enough of an annoyance, but not enough to warrant spending on paracetamol, and a sore throat with a random timer set.

The doctor has prescribed some medicine for the illness, but I don’t think I can safely eat the pills at work. Already, they make me feel drowsy, and I ended up on the bed more than I was doing something else.

If things don’t improve tomorrow, I might have to load up on the caffeine just to work.

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