Don't the powers that be realize I don't have time for such silly nonsense?
It hit me yesterday quite suddenly, the aches, the chills. I've been couch-ridden for two days now. The Motrin barely holding at bay the migraine waging war inside my head.
I've sat curled up in a ball on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, teeth chattering with cold. And whenever I lay down, I break out into an awful sweat. My body is aching something fierce as I sit here at my computer typing.
I've barely eaten anything because I get nauseous when I do. Although I could really use a chocolate bar right about now. Hey, at least I'll look all skinny for the Causal Bloggers Conference on Thursday! Because I'll be better by then. I will!
In the meantime, could you please direct me to the nearest complaint box? I need to leave a note. Someone needs to be reprimanded for making my husband miss work to take care of the kids.
And now I'm going to go curl back up on the couch and suck on a otter pop.
In the meantime, weep for me and my untouched to do list.