I told my roommate I had a stomach thing. That bought me about four days of being weird without questions. The shakes were the part I wasn't prepared for. I'd seen that in movies and thought it was dramatic but it's not dramatic it's just annoying and scary and constant and you can't hold a cup of coffee without it looking like you're nervous. I slept maybe three hours a night for the first week. The dreams when I did sleep were so vivid and strange that waking up felt like the dream. Nobody knew. I went to work. I smiled at people. I was so tired I wanted to cry but I just kept going. I don't think I've ever been more alone in my life and also somehow more proud of myself.