So I pretty much have been sleeping with the window open — here at my brother’s house in Lisbon and in my aunt’s house in Barcelona. I didn’t do that in Madrid at Tals’ place because she liked to fiddle with the AC every now and then.
But me, I’m a fresh air type of guy and I love leaving the windows open, especially when I sleep.
But as the Portuguese weather has been extremely unpredictable (as the weather has been everywhere else in the world), the nights would experience a sudden drop in temperature and all of a sudden, it’s cold. It’s not just chilly, it’s cold.
I think that’s why I got a bout of fever the past three days. The moment I recognised the systems — swollen throat, aching joints, and a mild headache — I decided to take a rest, stay in bed, sleep all day, and just get stronger.
The scary thing about all of this is that there are so many pigeons flying free around Lisbon and Madrid and Barcelona, I’m actually scared of catching meningitis again. That’s how I got it before — from the spores coming out of pigeon shit. I don’t know, but I’m thinking I was fighting a flu, which is why I got the fever chills the past three days.
I was a good boy, though. I stayed home, I didn’t stress myself out, kept myself hydrated and stayed in bed and rested.
I felt the fever break this morning and I hope that starting today, I’m going to be better. I’d be too scared to go to a hospital here in Portugal. It would just be too alien and weird. Though, I must admit, I am curious to see how things are done here, in the medical side of things. But I heard it isn’t in the same league as France or the United Kingdom.
I can only dream.
Well, it’s time to settle down again. I don’t want to push myself too hard just now that I’m starting to feel normal again.