Sick
I hate being sick. Especially when I did everything I could to avoid it, such as washing my hands all the time, and avoiding other sick people, and getting a flu shot way back in November, and trying to get enough sleep, and staying warm, and all that jazz. At yet here I am, the sick one, absolutely miserable with a runny nose and stopped up ears. A few days ago, I had a sore throat, which is no can of peaches, but I could deal with it with minimum interference in my life. But once that turned into this full-fledged cold, I am ready to kill someone – if I had the energy. At least I don’t have a fever. So it’s just a cold, not the flu. But still. Seriously. It is totally not cool getting sick. And with my luck I’ll make my two roomies sick and then we’ll just all be in a lovely living hell. Won’t that be fun?
