I wonder why it is that I have the exact same hilusination every time I'm ill?
Everything seems to crumble around me - faster if I touch it - the air is stale, and a shadowy shape is gliding towards me. I can't back away though, because there's nowhere to back away to; the world is crumbling away. Then, suddenly, everything is all normal; the air is back to normal, breathable air. And the shadowy shape is gone.
Even now I can't see, I still "see" the same thing.
I don't know if it's meant to mean something, or if it's just a coincidence I have the same hilusination each time (usually at the peak of my illness). Maybe I'm just weird?
Anyway, I'm feeling much better today. I'm still coughing a good deal, but not as much as I was. My throat's still a bit sore, but I've managed to eat a few things that weren't mushy food today; and without it hurting too much. Also, I finally got a decent chunk of sleep. Shame it was all afternoon and in to the evening - which means I'm going to be up for the night, and will now need to try and put my sleeping pattern back to rights again - but with how I've been sleeping (or, more to the point, not sleeping) since I became ill, I'm very much leaning towards the, "I don't care, because I slept, and that's what really matters" frame of mind. Besides, it's not like I'm a stranger to strange sleeping routines, since I haven't had a consistent "normal" sleeping pattern since... Well, it's almost four years ago now.