Seriously. I’ve been sick – and I mean stay-in-my-pajamas-don’t-get-out-of-bed sick – for SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN! I think the last time I was this sick was about 20 years ago when I had mono. Even THEN, I think I was up and functioning, albeit slowly, sooner than this. I pride myself in being able to deal with just about anything that doesn’t involve puking. Thankfully, this doesn’t, but it’s seriously kicked my ass, and I’m pretty flipping tired of it, I’ve gotta tell you.
I still feel like crap. My headache is mostly gone, but I’m exhausted and useless and I feel as though I’ve got an evil, giant, slimy black and malignant slug attached to my left tonsil with a spiney sucker and unrolled halfway down my throat and up into my cheek and nose. I live with the cruel catch-22 of being hungry, but not wanting to swallow anything, and a call to the doctor’s office the other day revealed that there’s nothing that can be done for me – the advice was to “rest and drink plenty of fluids.” Great. More swallowing.
When is this going to END?!?