One Flu Over the Cuckoo's Nest

I've just had one of the worst flu's in my life. It has also been the shortest. My body is amazingly resilient given what I'm putting it through.

Two days of not knowing whether it's too hot or too cold in the room, sleeping 14 hours a day and shivering under the blanket for the rest.

Also had the worst nightmare. I had the most painful intellectual experience reading a book by some feminist writer. Sentences made sense separately but they didn't as a whole. There were no punchlines and even semi-conclusions. But what was even worse is that the book made sense chronologically and so all those sentences were somehow connected and couldn't just be reshuffled. And when they didn't make sense they still deed via leaping through several unobserved dimensions as per string theory (at a certain point I saw it visualized and it was painfully incomprehensible - loops of loops of grayish intertwined bands - in fact, it looked like this, where my imagination, i'm assuming, stole it from). The longest nightmare I've ever had: not scary enough to wake you up, exhausting enough to make you want to sleep more.

I'm doing better now and it's a sort of happy ending. It also turned out there's at least one person in here who genuinely (inasmuch as it can be said about humans at all) cares about me which is of course always heartening.