Hell has a new residence, my chest! I know what a fire breathing flame throwing medieval dragon must have felt like. The body is raging a war against the foreign alien that has invaded the walls of sterility. The flames must be burning bright due to the warmth of my skin, hot to the touch, flushed, yet feeling an ever so slight chill to the motionless air in the room as I move my aching bones and muscles from the restlessness I'm feeling. Self prescribed bed rest, fluid intake, and some tender loving care is in order. Any takers on the tender loving care part?