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4:00pm on Tuesday, 1st May, 2007:

Hot and Cold


Yesterday, I had lunch at the university. The usual miserable fare was on offer, and I almost didn't bother, but I was hungry, so I had some. I went for the tortellini in cheese sauce. That sounds a lot better than it looked, and unimaginably better than it tasted. Half-way through, I realised that I couldn't tell what was inside the tortellini. It was a kind of off-white in colour, but even separating it out and trying it on its own was not enough for me to divine whether it was meat or cheese, let alone which kind of meat or cheese. The sauce was rather sickly, too, moreso because it was set rather than runny. About half-way through, I gave up and left the rest.

I was going to blog this yesterday, but I didn't.

The reason I didn't was because when I got home, I started to feel cold — unnaturally cold. I had to put on a jumper, even though it was bright and sunny outside. I also felt very, very tired, so much so that I was beginning to wonder if there was a carbon monoxide leak or something. I struggled on, but it got progressively worse. In the end, I took to my bed, lying there huddled under the duvet for warmth while sweating as if I were running a marathon.

The fever passed in the night, and when I woke up I felt a lot better except that my eyes ached. Also, although I felt ravenously hungry, I had no appetite at all. My limbs didn't feel like they were mine, either. Still, I was mobile, and I'd arranged to meet someone in London at 11am, so off I went. I fell asleep on the journey there and the journey back, and I still have no appetite, and my eyes still ache, but other than that I seem OK.

It was rather a sudden and weird experience, though. I wonder if it was something I ate?

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