Ooh, yuck.

I hate, hate,
hate throwing up. It's horrible. I actually prefer fever over nausea.
One evening, Daddy took me to an outdoor jazz concert. It was a pleasant evening, but soon after the sun went down, I felt chilled, and started shivering. My tense muscles then started aching, and soon I felt sore all over, including my eyes. It felt good to get in the car, out of the air, after the concert was over. Then, when we got home, I realized I still felt strangely cold and sore, but my forehead felt hot. I got a thermometer, and, sure enough, I had a fever. A fairly high one.
I got ready for bed as soon as I could, all the while still shuddering, and I felt so bad that my breath was quick and gasping, instead of slow and easy like normal. When I finally collapsed into bed, it felt so good, but my cheek quickly made a hot place on my pillow, which was uncomfortable. No matter where I shifted my head on the pillow, the pillow quickly got too hot.

Finally I fell asleep, slept late, stayed in bed all day, and felt weak the day after. Then, I felt fine.
I don't know exactly what I had, but I'm pretty sure it was the fever that caused most of those symptoms.