Here we go.

The first of I hope, many 'free-writes'

"two minutes thinking about having a fever; it's been a while since i've had one - previous cases of illness have been hyperbolic and exaggerated to elicit sympathy - now I am the boy who cried wolf, sitting spaced or lying down churning about on my sweat soaked bedsheets. i have half dreams which are a little like hallucinations or waking dreams, things I can't shake, things that feel real and pressing 'til I wake and realise that four hours of hot-browed worry that my hands are too big or that I will have to compensate for moments experienced by re-living them more concisely are moments wasted and moments of temporary madness"