crazy sick

I have been sick for the last day and a half or so. Not one to run to the walk-in clinic for every sniffle and sore throat (having a nurse for a mother tends to cause one to grow up with the attitude "whatever doesn't physically kill you doesn't merit a doctor visit"), I have not allowed myself to go see a medical expert, though I'm beginning to wonder if in this instance, the error has been mine. I think that the sickness has been making me crazy. Like, a real crazy person. The kind of crazy person we delicately refer to as having "special needs" or "requiring medication."

We've all been there- had sick thoughts. No, I'm not talking mentally disturbed sick, but the fever and fatigue-induced sick thoughts.

As I laid in bed this afternoon and opened my eyes after resting them for a few minutes, I gazed up at the ceiling and thought, "my, what a white ceiling that is" and "it is so blank." In the middle of the night, I woke up and decided that I needed something crunchy to help me fall back asleep. I went into the kitchen and retrieved a bag of Doritos and munched on a few. I ate eleven chips. Eleven was the number I'd decided to consume that would create just the right number of chews to get my teeth scraped well enough to fall back asleep. How nice. Like apples. Or those dog and cat treats that are designed to clean your pet's teeth. Castles. I am a medieval princess. Robin Hood?

Oh no- am I going "Tom Cruise Crazy" crazy?

Even as I type this, I can feel (sinus?) pressure increasing in both of my ears. I expect to experience partial hearing loss by morning. I wonder if the birds will care? Wait, what? Birds? I'm sick. Fever. Chills. Mom?