I awake, with ungodly pressure in my head and as much mucus as one can bear. I struggle to get changed and can't handle the pressure of the chain on my chest. At least I am home, right?

Seven gods. Who dared give me this plague?? At least I have Gulliver to cheer me up. I bar myself in my room until this horrible illness passes… If only I could get the formulation right and take something to help, but alas, my brain is too riddled with illness to figure this out.