After about eight mostly restless hours in bed and six decently restful hours in a recliner, I'm finally starting to feel a little better. A few minutes after my previous post I started shivering uncontrollably, and about an hour later I was in quite a bit of pain. I've been so confused for the past day and a half; every time I'd wake up, I was mostly unable to distinguish between the dream and reality, and it would take a really long time for me to figure out what was going on. It's not nearly as bad now, but writing this post is still somewhat challenging. My brain isn't quite working correctly, but I'm feeling better, which is all that I care about at the moment.
Taking a sick day (and possibly another tomorrow) right at the end of the year before they expire reminds me of the old Dilbert cartoon where the boss is informed, to his amazement, that 40% of the company's sick days are taken on Mondays and Fridays.