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it in sight, but it got lost somehow, and I # got 
lost myself, till, as if awaking from sleep, I be- 
came conscious of being in bed, with a feeling of 
mild surprise that my head was still on. Any 
other consciousness is of extreme weakness. But 
you imagine the patient will, at least, have rest 
in this state of prostrate quiet ? No, no ; this is 
but a respite before the real suffering begins. 
Every pore of the body becomes a needle-point, 
and million simultaneous prickings cause you 
actually to leap into the air. Every joint be- 
comes a centre of acute agony, and each limb a 
vehicle for shooting pains, which in passing out 
from the fingers and toes seem to tear the nails 
off with them. I have often been surprised on 
looking to find my nails in their place, for I was 
positive that they were gone. 
And the restlessness ! Fifty, a hundred times 
in an hour you change your position. Vertical, 
horizontal, straight along, cornerways, sideways, 
the poor body tosses and turns, seeking a resting- 
place. At last a spot is found somewhat repose- 
ful; sleep, nature’s panacea, steals over the 
senses ; the fever patient is recovering — till next 
time. 
My old woman never comes near me now. 
When I have had a few days of rest, I shall go 
