DON'T WANT NEVER

I thought I was over being sick, only to relapse into a really awful kind of miserable-ness I didn't know existed. My weekend is almost over and I missed it. Missed taking PD out for dinner, missed my Mom's birthday, missed seeing my sister who I haven't seen in weeks, missed a sunny day, you name it, I missed it. I even missed the laundry that I usually do on the weekend. I am just now at 2am on Sunday starting to feel like I could walk across the street to the mailbox, but only if my life depended on it. Everything hurts, can't quit coughing and still having chills and fever. And I'm having to force myself to eat which is a whole new concept for me and not at all enjoyable. Must. Think. Positive.

Nope, can't do it. Going back for nap #23.

Ok, there is an upside, I actually put a picture here depicting how I feel (and look). It's not where I wanted it but, what the hell.