I think Covid might have been easier...

My cold, which yesterday seemed to have given up its assault on my body, now seems to have woken itself up again for another attack. I woke up in the night, sweating profusely and coughing like a smoker. Then I stumbled back to sleep, in which I had incredibly vivid dreams about weird things like being lobotomised by Barbarella or being forced at gunpoint to juggle babies over an open pit of hungry crocodiles. Then I woke up an hour later, sweaty and coughing again, and hearing things like sirens. At one point I opened the bedroom window, convinced I could hear a cat asking to be let in. I was so surprised that there was nothing there that, like a moron, I stood there with the window wide open for at least 30 seconds before cottoning on to the fact that I had been hearing things. Then Philippa shouted “What the **** are you doing? Its freezing in here” which I hoped was another auditory hallucination but wasn’t.  Then I climbed back into bed, tossed and turned and turned and tossed, found it hard to breathe laying on my back, convinced myself I was coming down with a chest infection, propped myself up with pillows and drifted off to sleep again, and then woke up again about 45 minutes later, soaked in sweat and shivering like an infant in a snowstorm.
I don’t know what the Hell is wrong with me, but it’s not very nice.

RC 21-20-21