Sick

Last night I got home pretty late (not too late) but by the time I got home I was pretty sick. I went to sleep as soon as possible, but eventually found that I couldn't sleep.
Symptons: Sore, swollen throat, itchy ears, running/stuffed nose; making it almost impossible to breathe properly.
Eventually I phoned Keane after about I think two hours of tossing and turning. He told me to ask my parents for help, but I told him I would if I found I really couldn't sleep. So that's what I did. Both my rents were awake cause my mom was sick and snoring. I told them I was really sick and they kept on telling me stuff like "go take medicine, go take asprin." I hadn't eaten since 4pm and I hadn't been getting decent amount of sleep so I felt pretty weak, but I went downstairs anyway and got some tylonel. There I saw my brother who seemed more concerned about me then my parents were...but I guess they're sick to..so..
Anyway the tylenol worked...for about an hour. I woke up later on sweating like crazy. For hours after that time I was haunted by my illness and by my dreams. I wanted to get up but I was so physically tried, and I wanted to sleep but the pain kept me from doing so. I'd also dreamt/disilluioned that there were people there, trying to comfort me and I'd end up calling their names in distress. Eventually (just recently) I managed to get myself up...When I came downstairs I decided to phone Keane. His dad answered the phone and said he was asleep. I said to him, "I know this sounds weird but can I please talk to him." He says okay and to hold on a second. I hold on a second, then there's the dail tone.
No one's called back.
Thanks.
So here I am alone, with nothing to do but to write in my blog, but now that's over, so I guess I'll feed the cat.
I wish you'd come home Keane - I wonder if you even know that I phoned.