Day 4 of San Diego

I hate being sick for the fact that I hallucinate like someone on drugs. Last night, I hallucinated about fighting off my illness. It repeated throughout the night. I tossed and turned, trying to think up of anything else to dream, yet nothing changed. My body ached, I was dehydrated and went from hot to cold in a matter of, what seemed like, minutes. Every time I tried to blow my nose, I would give myself a headache. It was Hell...

I must've had a fever. In the morning, I searched what causes bad dreams when sick and someone answered that it had to do with having a fever.

I did have a terrible dream, though. I was angry at my dad and constantly called him awful names. It was chaos. Until I woke up and began tossing and turning once more. 

When morning came, I felt a little less sickly. My body wasn't achy, my nose wasn't too runny, and I felt hydrated. But as the day went on, I started feeling even better. The progress is gradual. At least it's progress!
I didn't do much today. Laid back. Hung out on the computer. Took care of some stupid math homework. That's about it...