When I was about eight or nine I got really sick over the summer. My stomach was insanely upset, and I even had trouble going down the stairs. All in all I was in pain.
None of that is my worst memory, however. The absolute worse was that I was running for a week on two to four hours of sleep a night. I was half asleep in the daytime, and freaked out over the smallest thing. The reason I had no hope to get a full night's sleep was I had the strangest nightmares. I could never remember what they were about, and half the time I woke up somewhere other than where I fell asleep.
It may not seem that bd but you weren''t there to experience the nightmares.
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