I wake up in bed, tucked in nice and cleanly with a nightdress on and a much clearer head. That cotton wool head is not as severe, and my throat no longer feels like razor blades are lodged in the passage. I feel less unwell yet still fragile and bruised with a lingering temperature. I think it must have been a virus, and last night it hit its peak with a bit of help from a New York thunderstorm.

This is what my body does, it gets sick and lingers for days, and then WHAM, like a flash ...