I woke up drenched in sweat, the sheets cold and clammy beneath me. I grabbed my phone and stumbled down the stairs, gripping the walls for support. Subconscious reflex led me to unlock the front door after I made it down the stairs. Getting from there to the kitchen felt like a walk across the Serengeti. I grabbed the juice from the fridge, chugged and collapsed onto the floor, sweaty, weak, and confused. A few sips of juice made me a little more stable. My fingers fumbled with my phone as I lay sprawled on the kitchen floor. I...