Sick and Tired

I hate being sick.  I can deal with aching muscles, blinding migraines, snow, ice, blistering heat but I hate being sick.  More than anything in the world.  When all I want to do is sleep, but I can’t sleep because I’m coughing and sneezing and blowing my nose every five seconds.  When all I want to do is pass blindly through the next 48 hours to when I’m well again, but time instead slows down to crawling.

I hate being sick.  I don’t want to cook or clean or shower or do anything productive.  I don’t want to watch TV or play video games or read books.  I’m just miserable.

I wasn’t sick all that often as a kid, so I never learned proper sick-coping skills.  Or if I was sick, my father told me to suck it up and go to school anyways.  Which I did last night for work.  But I’m really miserable and all I want to do is sleep but I can’t sleep cause I’ve slept myself out!

Arg!

Have I mentioned I hate being sick?