I'm flippin' miserable.

I have tried not to write about how sick I am at length. However, now that it's been almost five days and I don't seem to be getting much better, you will have to deal with it.

I'm bored.

The good news is that my sore throat is gone. The bad news is that I exchanged a sore throat for a raw throat. The whooping cough has replaced the sinus headache.

How appropriate.

I haven't slept laying down since Saturday night. I must resort to sitting up while sleeping if I want to breath even just a little bit through my nose. That and the coughing stops if I can elevate myself.

I'm miserable.

I have been out of my house for three minutes in the last two days. I walked from my house to the mail box yesterday and felt as if I had just finished a marathon. I was exhausted - sweating even.

I'm sick and dying.

Everyday that I'm home sick is a day of wasted vacation. I have no sick days because the company believes that everyone should use vacation for them. I have used about five days ever on actual real vacation. The rest of my five weeks has been all used for sick days or doctor appointments.

Communists.

I have nothing to do but surf the net and watch daytime television. I find myself bored with both within minutes. How many times can Bo and Hope break up?? Seriously??!?! I have resorted to going through all of my things and pulling out charity and garage sale items. I have boxes everywhere full of stuff I no longer want.

My house is a disaster.

I haven't tasted food in four days. I haven't really been hungry either. This would usually be sending me into fits of joy however I know from personal experience that whatever I lose while being sick will eventually find it's way back to my body in due time. It's all just an evil conspiracy that the virus pull on us unsuspecting women.

The bastards.