What the illness brought out of me:

Aunt and them all are having a tea party. I imagine they are not in the dining room. It's the habit when guests are over that we all sit outside with them. I have decided that the reason for this stems from a desire to be rid of that pesky cramped feeling that our house seems to give. I’m not sure whether it’s a small house or that six persons is too many to fit inside of it.
So we have a guest and I am sick again, for the second time, two many times. Teehee.
Let this sickness, if it must be remembered, let it be remembered as the time I dreamed a demmed mixture of The Scarlet Pimpernel, The Legend of Zorro (by far the worst experience) and The Lord of the Rings. All these mixed into my own cauldron of dreams in that order.
(The reason for this is that in my times of illness any excitement must be fictional.)
So as I woke up this morning after a four day long sickness (and finding myself still sick) I heard voices, we have visitors!
If I assume they are all sitting in the dining room, very near the bathroom, I am sure to be seen. Seen, in all my weak, greasy coughing and wheezing -all this left over from three days of 40C fever) However there is also that more likely possibility that they could well be feasting on teas outside.
But what if not? What if I am seen? If I am so unfortunate as to be seen, I will determine to flaunt this 'deterioration' that I have become over these four days.
I will fly myself out there and say this:
"Look at me! One touch from me, and you will all writhe in your beds for a week! But, drink your tea, eat a cake, don’t stare, and don’t mind me. Do not let my mere disgusting appearance deter you form your teas and cakes and pleasant conversations. I am only passing you on my way to relieve myself, for the bathroom is quite near you."
A coughing spasm fuels my entry into the lavatory. Only I know what monster will greet me there.