faint

My skin is on fire. When I woke up this morning - about four hours ago - it was like being burnt. The only relief was my cold hands on my warm face. It was only the skin that was burning though - my blood felt like ice. Goosebumps all over my body and even though I got a second winter-cover it didn't stop. I drifted in and out of consciousness and when I woke up the second time I realised what people mean with "feverish dreams". I remember calling my best friend to tell her that the buildings outside my apartment was rushing past my window. I remember telling her that I was now sitting down on my couch because I wouldn't be able to stand up without fainting. And I remember her telling me that she couldn't understand a word I was saying. I repeated and once again I got the same answer. I found that I had trouble making the words come out the way they should so I told her I'd write her over msn instead. This didn't happen. It was a dream, an illusion, but it seemed real enough. As did the dream with me, her and another one of our friends, being caught in a cage with a giant dinosaur waiting for us outside. Why anyone would have a dinosaur in their apartment didn't really occur to me at that time. In a few hours I probably won't even be sure if I wrote this or not.
My skin is ice now, but my blood is fire. My hands are warm and I still have goosebumps. It took me quite a lot of strength to actually move and do all those mundane things - going to the loo, getting something to eat and drink and actually move. When I made my tea I sat down on my kitchen floor - just because if I had gone back to the couch and the covers I would probably have fallen into unconsciousness again. Do you know what the worst part here is though? I got a test on Thursday and I really need to study, but it's a bit hard to focus when you want to stand in fire and throw yourself into an icebath. A friend of mine would tell me not to worry, that I should just focus on getting better and that I'll have plenty of time to worry after since I will anyway. He'd probably be right. Not that there's much time to worry when my blood and skin constantly switch sides.