last wishes

I can't stop sweating. Fast, violent sweats often followed by shivering. No other symptoms.
In my lighter moments it means I'm going through early menopause (bye-bye babies-HELLO MOUSTACHE!!!1) or my body has evolved a superior method for processing alcohol (I appear to have misplaced a hangover).
In my darker moments I have AIDS and jesus is coming. But I am just confused and melodramamtic no doubt enflamed by the dehydration.
I have decided (helped in no small part by the fever) that when I do die I don't wan't a final meal, I want midgets to duke it out for my entertainment. Or to watch a shark attack. Or if this is logistically tricky/expensive could you just come to my death bed in pairs and punch each other in front of me.
Please pass that info on to the relevant people when the time comes.
p.s. I promise to go to the doctor soon. Please don't give me a lecture, I love that you might care enough to want to but as Catt would say "Yr not my real dad". Furthermore today I'm a whiny hypochondriac. Don't indulge me.