Santa brought misery, petulance, disease, pain, dementia and delirium. I woke up Christmas morning with a humongous pain in my head. Probably not all that bad but I never get headaches so something must have been humongously wrong. I took a single paracetamol hoping it would clear it up. 30 minutes later, I'm dying with the flu. Throat all swelled up, snot running down me arse, coughing and spluttering. The most bizarre illness I ever suffered. Headache was gone though.
The disease got worse as the day rolled on. Then the headache came back and brought some chums in the form of leg and arm pain. Headed to bed late after a good dose of Wii'ing (Those Wii yokes are great things, I might have to get one myself). I wake up at 4.30am, sweat pouring off me. I'm unable to clear my head. I'm not sure who or where I am. My inner monologue is non existence, its been replaced with dialogue from Star Trek Voyager. I'm trying to figure out if I'm well or not and all I can hear in my head is the voice of the Doctor giving a run down of my vital signs. Fearing I was dying or at the very least, that my brain was melting, I turn on the light to try and snap myself out of my confusion. A few minutes pass and I regain some of my faculties. Unable to sleep, I ironically, start watching a few episodes of Star Trek Voyager, fondly remembering how brilliant Seven Of Nine was.
I wake up a 1pm. All symptoms of the flu gone, save for the headache, which is much worse. As I write this now, I am suffering no symptoms of anything whatsoever (except some bloating from over eating). I do feel as if, there's more to come though. A very strange ailment to round off 2008.