I hope Matt and Greg are doing well after the big trip to the desert… I certainly am not.
After getting back from Death Valley on Sunday, I had been wiped out every day by early evening. Both Monday and Tuesday I came straight home from work to go to bed. On Tuesday, shortly after going to sleep I woke up in absolute agony, unable to breathe properly and with a fever of about 104.3. Unable to get out of bed, unable to eat and with barely anything to drink, I laid in bed, delerious, until just a few minutes ago — Midnight, Wednesday.
For a while, I thought I was back in the desert, laying in the tent, thinking how hot it was and how I would never get to sleep. At one point I actually sat up in bed and was very confused, thinking I must be in a motel room, or something. As I drifted in and out of sleep, I went between being in the desert, to being in a house I lived in 10+ years ago, to being some sort of general contractor or something building cookie cutter sub-divisions outside of Las Vegas (don’t ask). But at no point did I actually realize that I was at home, in bed, in my bedroom.
So now, nearly 30 hours later, with no food and just a few ounces of water, I am still in agony with a slightly reduced fever of about 102. I have no idea what this could be, but I hope to get in to see a doctor tomorrow. I just can’t help but think this is somehow related to the trip. Death Valley just made my shitlist.