And around and around and around

I think I'm dying.It started last night when I tried to go to bed; that worked out wonderfully as it was around four when I finally fleeped. Um. Fell asleep. My skin was hot and dry; I felt like I was dehydrated, so it was either open the window and risk exacerbating my already fragile condition or sit around burning to death. It's some kind of annoying flu, I'm guessing; I'm no physician, all I know is that the room needs to stop spinning and I'd like my eyes to be able to focus again. Oh, and these coughing fits seriously need to go away, because I can't get anything done when I'm thinking in the back of my mind that maybe I should run to the nearest toilet to puke out my internal organs. It's not like they're doing any good, other than twisting around themselves just to bring me more pain. On the other hand, I can't remember the last time I've thrown up and that's just something I don't need to be seeing. I have a low tolerance for disgusting things like that; after all, I self-diagnosed myself to be a cacophobe. Okay, time to stop staring at this monitor and go lie down and pray that something smashes me and puts me out of my misery.Gah. v__v