Ice Cream (or I scream)

Well, I'm in the middle of an adventure...

It's funny how little things cause major trouble. This time the so called little thing took the form of an ice cream covered with chocolate... I had it on Friday evening and the result was seen on the next morning. I had a night full of "Prison Break" themed nightmares. I was digging holes in the wall, shooting guards etc. I woke up with the feeling that I've been hit by a train. the breakfast tasted awful in my mouth, but I forced myself. About an hour later I surrendered and measured my temperature. Ta-da - 39 degrees C. For you, Fahrenheit guys, this is quite a bit of a temperature to have...

So, I went back to bed with a Fervex cocktail in my hand. It didn't work very muck, but made me sleepy as hell. In the early evening I got acquainted with the flu's girlfriend - diarrhea. Man, this is even more disgusting than the high temperature, wondering if I'm gonna shit or fart (or both) each time my colons start moving...

Now, 36 hours from the beginning of the fiesta, I'm sitting in front of my obsolete laptop and documenting this idiotic situation.

The most stupid thing is that I'll have to take 3-4 days off only just a week after starting my job. Literally shi**y situation...