This is truly awful. I was tossing and turning because I dreamed I was too cold on the side or on the front, alternatingly... but when I woke up just now I had a horrendous headache and what I thought was cold was actually, I suspect, a pulled sternum. My muscles tightened up that bad from shivering on the way home. Who could have foreseen that?
A little time of verticality and some advil seems to have done some good. I wonder if I want to foray downstairs in order to get some hot water or some expired OJ.
I do believe, though, that right before I got inside from walking home from the party was the coldest I have ever felt in my entire life.
I keep thinking of maybe asking for a rescue in the form of someone who will bring me stuff for a couple hours ... but all the people I know who have keys to the place are all busy or have tissue-paper-thin immune systems, or babies who must not be additionally exposed. I wish I had known this was coming back this afternoon before making my decision; this thing must not spread. (Sorry, housemates)
On the other hand, I'm starting to feel rested and relaxed instead of painful and exhausted... I can still feel the tight muscle there in my sternum, but ... what a difference ten minutes makes.
Ooh. Can I get a gold star for being so damn heroic publically? Or maybe a slap on the wrist for being such a martyr?
[edit: not such a martyr after all, i just asked some friends to help]