Help me (sick rant) :( in Adventures in paradise

I haven't been around for a while. I haven't been this sick in a long, long time. I felt a small cough begin after work last Friday, and I have been bed-ridden since. Well, except for yesterday when Vish and his boyfriend were kind enough to drive me to the hospital, as I was freaking the fuck out, I was THAT sick. They put me on a drip and got fluids into me via the tube thingy or whatever it's called, and I felt a lot better. I had quite a few nurses and doctors look after me, and there was an American one who was quite chummy and friendly who made me laugh. Gotta love doctors like that. He told me I looked a lot better than when I arrived (I arrived at the hospital with a throw-up bucket in tow) and that I was a strapping young lad, and was surprised when I said I didn't play rugby. Vish and James were in my treatment room with me, which was nice of them to allow because I'm pretty sure that's not allowed. They left to grab some food and I fell asleep and when I woke I felt a lot better and they discharged me as they needed the bed. I understood. The nurse rang Vish and told them they could come get me. The doctor brought me a cookie, as I hadn't eaten anything.

I still am sick though. It returns most mornings and the freakiest thing is the room spinning as soon as I try to move my head when I awake. Horrible, horrible feeling. The first night it happened, I had to use the bathroom, but as soon as I tried to stand, I collapsed into the wall, taking skin off my hand. Luckily my hands supported my complete fall, and when I finally made it to the bathroom (which is just down the hall) I knew I was going to throw up, but as I tried to kneel, I felt real dizzy again and nearly knocked myself out on the porcelain throne! Fuck I was a sick mess.
I went to my doctor yesterday (the day after the hospital) and I'm amazed I even made it there. I was all rugged up (even though it was a sunny day) and was walking at a snail's pace so that I didn't suddenly collapse. It didn't take long to be seen and the doctor asked what was wrong and I said I was sick as a dog. He said he wasn't a vet, haha. I told him I had a really bad flu and fever and I was desperate for something to help tame my cough, as it was driving me insane. He checked my temperature and said it was very high, just like it was at the hospital. He got up me because I haven't been there in two years. I told him I'd been healthy until now. He asked if the hospital had given me anything, and I said just panadol and fluids through my arm. Thankfully he prescribed me some antibiotics and some really strong cough mixture, which I swear has been my saviour. Whoever the fuck gave this fever to me, needs to die a slow, painful, death, because that's how it's felt for me.

I've been bed-ridden for four days, and I dunno what I would've done if it wasn't for Vish and his bf looking after me and forcing me to eat. They bought me soup but I'm pretty sure I threw it all up again. The only food I've managed to eat is some light crackers which I've made sure to chew into a mush so as able to swallow it. This has not been kind. I'm still in bed and this is the first time I've used to laptop since last Thursday, but I wanted to write before I get sick yet again :( Vish is apparently bringing me over some oranges and apples and a banana that I requested. I figure I should hopefully be able to keep that down.

I have struffy facial hair and look like the grim reaper. Some guy who's been messaging me on facebook checking if I'm ok, asked if we could Snapchat and I was like, "HA!! Nooooooooooo."

My mum tends to message each day checking up on me. This is the first time I've even been capable of moving a little more properly, hence writing here. Vish gave me his heater and it heats up my room a lot better than my old thing. I am a lot more comfortable when it's around 16-18 degrees which it is now as it's the middle of the afternoon, but when it gets below about 10 degrees, my fever decides to rear it's head.

So obviously I've called in sick to work. I have a medical certificate stating I'm unable to work until at least Saturday night. I think my manager was a bit annoyed when I messaged because he asked me to call up the store as he wasn't suppose to accept by text. I told him I could barely talk but i'd try. He said not to worry about it and told me to get better. Fuck, if I can barely make it to my bathroom without collapsing, what makes him think I'd be lying about not being able to fill a hundred or so heavy boxes?

I'm trying to remain positive. I've watched way too much TV lately, but it's because I researched online why the hell I was getting so dizzy all the time, and from what I could see, apparently it could be vertigo, which apparently is something to do with fluid in the ears? So I read a few tips like to keep my head elevated when I sleep and to focus on something, so TV has been it. I think it's really helped. I'm still cautious and move extremely slow when I wake up because I don't want to risk anything.

Last night I woke up a few times sweating like mad and made it to the shower twice, as I was disgusting. I have a bucket next to my bed, four lots of medication on the bed (laid out in order of which order to take them) the cough mixture, my medical certificate, my repeat prescription and my crackers. I think the sweating was good for me. I just feel nauseous right now. Ergh.

Oh GOD THIS SUCKS.