Okay, I don't really love fevers. What I love is when a fever breaks.
When I get sick, & when I get chills, I have the sense a fever isn't far behind. & I feel strangely excited by that. Chills are weird - you're cold but you're hot & you're constantly bundling up & throwing blankets off. To have chills in the winter is a very confusing experience.
& believe me, I know fevers can be dangerous. If you get over 104 degrees Fahrenheit, you can have brain damage. Your brain is boilin' in there! But again, because of what happens when a fever breaks... I kinda look forward to fevers.
That should read up there "my strange attraction to fevers." Or is that worse?
When a fever breaks, I'm usually asleep. & I wake up. & the world is crystal clear in a way that I have never felt except maybe - maybe - on acid. It's clear even in the dark, I can make out details all around me. It's what I imagine it must feel like to reach nirvana. & it's so relaxing, after a few moments of taking it all in, I just go back to sleep.
Chills may lead to fevers & fevers have so far always lead to fevers breaking. A broken fever is a sensation unlike any other I have felt.
Now, watch as I die from a fever cooking my brain. Take that, you weirdo lover of fevers!
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