Saturday morning, 5 am. I awake all sweaty, my head hurts and I have a massive sore throat. I lay there for awhile in the bed, taking stock of how my body feels. Finally I get up, go into the kitchen and down a couple of Alvedon with a glass of water. I go back to bed to wait for the pills to kick in.

7am – I’m awake again- still with a serious headache and that sore throat. I decide to stay up, have some breakfast. Tea with lemon and honey and two slices of buttered toast. Still feel like crap though. Still sweaty but I can’t decide if I’m hot or cold. Restless but not enough energy to do anything. I sit down with Facebook for a bit but I’m bored and don’t want  to sit at the desk.

All day Friday, the rain came down. Jungle rain – warm, windless and continuous, coming straight down. We were planning on going out to the countryside this weekend. Its been several weeks since we were there and the grass needs mowing.  Håkan needed to work all day Friday at his client’s place so maybe just for Saturday and Sunday. They predicted sunny weather on Saturday.

But we decide to skip the countryside for this weekend, too. Håkan has work to do. Bevin doesn’t really want to go and I’m sick. And it would be too wet out there anyway to mow the grass. So we stay home and everyone goes off to their individual corners.

I still don’t feel well. I can’t decide what to do – should I take a shower, should I get dressed, should I go to the food store, should I do something? I give up. The day is so grey and the rain is still pouring down. I decide to give up any intentions of accomplishing something and go back to bed with my book. I read for awhile but the black letters keeps turning grey and fuzzy. I put the book aside and close my eyes. The french doors are open a tad. I doze, listening to the sound of the rain – louder than tinnitus. Jungle rain.