It's hot, I'm dehydrated and craving cold. Sweat beads on my forehead and my small fan can't cool me, only blowing the hot air around. I can do nothing but sprawl on top of the covers and suck on ice, hoping some kind of breeze will sneak through my open window.

Not a good atmosphere to try to rest and heal. My swollen throat hates me.

I'm looking forward to being healthy again. That's one thing I really take for granted. I'm just too young to care.