Sick days, are boring days

I woke up at 2.30 am trying to swallow a handful of gravel, nails and razor blades. Or at least how I can imagine that would feel. But it was just my tonsillitis giving me symptoms, that little bugger!

At 6 I was woken up again, by the cat making meowing-sounds. I took my penicillin, and ibuprofen. The cat kept on begging for my attention, so I took my blanket, moved to the couch and played with him for a little while. Then I must have fallen asleep again.

At 7.30 my boyfriend woke me up, suggesting that rather than wrapped in my cover on the couch, the bed was a better place for me to be. I fell asleep again.

At 8.30 he woke me up again, with the breakfast served in front of an episode of friends, and my soft nice couch.

I have been awake since then. With a recurrent throbbing headache, a sharp pain whenever I move my neck, sneezing, coughing (probably mostly due to my bean boiling though). I have been resting on the couch for half an hour or so now, after having spent most of morning trying to plan a schedule for work end of november until end of february. But now I am so cold, freezing and shivering. I fear a fever is coming on, eventhough I really didn't think it'd come now. I expected it to have been worst yesterday, and that it would improve from then on. And also that it wouldn't get so bad, since I started the penicillin so early.

But I guess even the sun has its spots (does this expression even exist in english?); meaning that also someone as good as me can be wrong sometimes.