I thought I was going to die last night. Was calmly getting ready for bed, sitting right here, checking and not responding to emails, that sort of thing, when a Facebook ad caught my eye. An awareness ad describing the tragic life, or death rather, of a young man who'd been misdiagnosed with a simple virus, when it was more. And the ad proceeded to describe the symptoms of this disease. A headache, which, coincidentally, I have again tonight, extreme tiredness, and a myriad of other symptoms, one or two of which I might have at one time experienced. Trivial details in isolation, but when taken together, in last night's sleep deprived state, caused me to experience mild concern for myself. But I couldn't really do anything about it. Wake a housemate and tell them I need to go to the hospital 'cause I'm rather tired? How annoyed would they be? Shyah. So I decided to just grin and bear it. Finished getting ready for bed, read for a bit, and then turned out the light on the last night of my life.
Then I woke up this morning to a gloriously clear sky and the sunshine streaming through my window.
What a relief that was.
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