Thursday through Sunday

In the next few days I steadily got worse and worse. My fever stayed at a steady 103 which left me sweating a lot. We put three fans in the living room where I was camped out because my parents room was just down the hall so if I needed anything at night I could holler or I didn't have to go very far to get to them.

One of the worst things about this was the fever. I was always hot. There was nothing that I could do to cool down. I actually had to strip to my skivvies once and sit right in front of a huge fan and that didn't even cool me off completely. My mom tried feeding me pop sickles because she figured that would help my throat and cool me down at the same time. Ended up not helping either. One night because of the fever I woke up. I guess it'd be considered morning cause it was around 4:30 but you get the point. I woke up and was really hot so I couldn't get back to sleep. The remote was actually across the room and I had no strength to get up and get it. All I had to do was get up and walk three steps to grab it and I could watch TV. But instead I sat in the dark living room for and hour and a half staring at nothing. Not thinking, not moving, not anything. Just staring. Why? Because the fever had done it to me. I'm surprised I didn't have any hallucinations while I was sick. There would be moments when I would be watching TV and then tell my mom something during a commercial and forget what show I was watching. I would be seeing the things on TV, but I couldn't retain anything. How pathetic is that?

My tonsils, believe it or not, were worse. They weren't any more swollen, thank god, but they had whit spots on them. Those showed up around day five. Then on day six black spots started showing up. I looked at my tonsils on day six after trying to choke down some chocolate pudding, so at first I thought maybe I had a little something still on them. Then I tried to get that little something off and it wouldn't come off. After seeing this, my mom decided it was back to doctor.