Slushing the Bed

My cold has graduated to a soul-sucking Kleenex-depleting Darwinian superpredator abomination. Maybe it is the piggy pox after all. It got bad last night. My teeth literally started chattering because I was shaking so hard, even buried under the blankets without an inch of exposed flesh. I had always thought that was a cartoonish exaggeration, but it turns out people really do that. I was considering posting last night to scrape up a little sympathy from the internet, or at least distract myself, but the computer was all the way across the room. Then I iced the bed. Not on purpose. It started off as a cold sweat, but more than humanly possible, and then it crystallized into ice. It wasn't a fever dream or anything, because I'm perfectly lucid (except for the part about the walls throbbing just barely out of sync with my heartbeat). It took me forever to break loose, slide out of bed, and I kind of wrapped myself in the towel and dozed on the floor instead of really drying myself off. I eventually dragged a dry-ish fuzzy blanket out of the laundry hamper (hot chocolate casualty) and camped out on the couch all night. I woke up covered with Dani's quilt.
I think that was the worst of it, because I can mostly stand on my own today. But really, screw class. Today I worked on damage control. I spent half an hour dragging my sheets and blanket to the laundry room down the hall, and I had to stick them through the dryer three times before all the ice was gone. I am officially out of quarters. Dani helped me make the bed, flipping the mattress over, no questions asked. I couldn't come up with a plausible excuse for the wet patch, short of confessing that I wet the bed, and even I have limits as to how far I'll go to protect my secrets. I'm back in my toasty-warm bed, with the computer, water bottle, and even a bowl of canned chicken soup that Dani bought for me and microwaved. And saltine crackers. I think Dani feels guilty for making me sick.
Now that I've written down all the easy parts, I have to actually think about the hard stuff. I'm terrified that I'm losing control of my powers. Has my time run out? Was there a use-by date on my powers? I haven't slipped up again, but every time I try to just drop the temperature a little bit, I get so dizzy I can't stand. So I've stopped trying. I don't want this to be over before it's begun.