Tremen(dou)s.

Dr. Dick (my work's in-house sawbones) was of the opinion that I didn't have the cold at all; I instead had the marvellously named Delirium Tremens. Or the DTs, if you're a serial drunk. I hadn't even known what it stood for, but it would certainly explain feeling alternately shivery and feverish and sleeping very badly. I troubles me slightly that I drank enough over Christmas and the New Year to actually have ethanol withdrawal symptoms, but fortunately this week (as nominal cold turkey) has been entirely on the wagon so far.

Mind you, I'm supposed to be going out tomorrow night.