The path to my own demise

Here is what I've been feeling for the last few weeks, in order. Luckily I don't feel more than 2 or 3 of these at the same time;

- cold chills, could not get warm enough
- sweating buckets, felt like I was melting
- sore throat, could not swallow without being in a lot of pain
- swelling
- no sleep, always very tired

lucky cat

- not hungry at all
- could not see in 3D. odd feeling realized when I was trying to pick up soup and ginger-ale
- everything tastes like metal (from the medicine)
- little appetite, would make normal size food and eat only a bit of it. The rest would be thrown out.
- slight nausea, looking at certain food makes me feel sick, also looking at a monitor for more than 5 min
- constant coughing, dry cough, can't figure out why and can't stop
- weak, probably from the lack of food

at least my eyes didn't change colour, this time...

Well that is it so far... it's been over a week now. The worst part was the sore throat so I figure I am on the home stretch but still.

I did some checking and found that since I had scarlet fever as a baby, I am more susceptible to these sorts of things. Never been like this before. Usually I am good after a few days. Ah well. What doesn't kill me, will make me invincible!

Strange Dream (2011-02-13)

I dreamt I was one of the Beatles, I think I was Geroge. We were very close to breaking up but still hanging on together. We promised someone that we would put on a concert and were joking about the problems with being "in demand". We walked outside and found that we were on the front deck of a battleship. We met the general and he told us the plan, I wasn't paying much attention to him, I was talking with John. Part of me wanted to warn him about his death but I couldn't figure out a way to do it and "stay in character". (Don't ask what that means, it was a dream so I have no idea.)

Maybe I was sent their to change the past?

Right before the general finished talking, he pointed over behind some large cannons and said something about the Monkees. I walked around and there they were all worried about playing the concert too. What?! We are playing WITH the Monkees?! We all had a look of disgust like we were too good for that, but we didn't say anything to be polite and at that point, didn't have much choice.

They actually liked each other

We went to our backstage corner, ignoring the other band and started testing out our equipment, I picked up a odd looking guitar which was made of an odd wood/plastic combination. It also had a bunch of buttons like the new rock band guitars. Paul said something too me about our first song and I instantly started playing it on the guitar, I was really good! No idea what I was playing however. I figured this was a good time to talk to John about his assassination and then I woke up.

If I could turn back time...