In which I am sick

Spent the entire day being sick sick sick. I woke up in the middle of the night desperately thirsty which was difficult to remedy since I hadn’t turned my heater on, so it was *cold* in my cottage. I was moving a little slow in the morning, and I didn’t think too much of it. Then I noticed that I was working *really* slowly. Also that I was freezing cold to the point where I could not stop shaking.

I took some vitamins and curled up for a catnap on top of my sewing which resulted in getting stabbed in the boob by a pin.

I ate the bare minimum at meals, sat in the sun for a while, and curled up under a blanket with a cat and a movie. Fell asleep. Woke up, now sweating. Woke up because the blasted children from the Diksha class were knocking on my door wanting to know the cast for the new play I adapted last week. I didn’t know who was playing what, but I refrained myself from giving them the knowledge that I *do* have, which is that most of the girls crowded around my door aren’t in the new play. I vaguely told them the characters, but not the plot, which seemed to be enough for them.

More movies, more napping. Woke up freezing again. More tea. More attempts to eat. My head is still very fuzzy, so I don’t know how I’m going to feel tomorrow.

I either have the flu or malaria. Here’s hoping it’s the flu, although I’m probably the most likely candidate for malaria to ever enter India.