I hate being sick!
I am not a fan of being sick (who is, really) but I have been just that...sick..for the last three days. I started to not feel well on Thursday afternoon when at work. I developed a nose bleed out of the blue which was quite hard to get under control. It took me 20 minutes. Unpleasant to say the least. Then my lungs started hurting...in actuality, it felt like I was having a heart attack, that's how heavy my chest felt.
I sat at my desk and did something that I rarely do - I think I've done it once before in five years - I cancelled my training session with Nick at the gym. I know!! I was THAT sick!!
I went home, got in my jammies and headed to bed. Friday was a new day and I would feel all better. Right? Wrong!
I had taken Friday off as a gift to myself so that I could maybe take my nieces Karen and Wendi out for lunch, coffee or a movie. I hadn't made plans...I was going to ask them Thursday, but I GOT SICK!
I literally have been sick all weekend. My movement has been from recliner to bed to kitchen to bathroom only to be repeated at various times and intervals.
I sound like a bullfrog croaking in the height of night. My eyes look like I've gone three rounds with a prize fighter in the ring and my nose is as raw as a piece of red meat (same prize fight match I guess!). I ache all over and my temperature hasn't gone below 102 for three days now. (Gives a whole new meaning to hot flash let me tell ya!)
And don't even get me started out those over the counter medicines. You know the ones you take for the "snuffy nose, headache, cough so you can sleep" medicines. Ya. I was still awake at 3 am this morning. Bored. Out. Of. My Gourd!!! A 101 channels to watch on Dish Network and nothing to watch but religion programming and shopping network. Oh wait! There was this one show about how total knee replacement parts are made. That was REAL comforting and interesting to know. Not!
So ya...I'm cranky, I'm sick, and I'm not liking that I've been stuck prisoner in my home due to this ailment that has me in "time out" (as one of my Facebook friends called it).
I'm a little disappointed in my body right now...I thought I was stronger than this. When this cold gets done kicking my ass, I'm gonna do some whoopin on my body!!
I sat at my desk and did something that I rarely do - I think I've done it once before in five years - I cancelled my training session with Nick at the gym. I know!! I was THAT sick!!
I went home, got in my jammies and headed to bed. Friday was a new day and I would feel all better. Right? Wrong!
I had taken Friday off as a gift to myself so that I could maybe take my nieces Karen and Wendi out for lunch, coffee or a movie. I hadn't made plans...I was going to ask them Thursday, but I GOT SICK!
I literally have been sick all weekend. My movement has been from recliner to bed to kitchen to bathroom only to be repeated at various times and intervals.
I sound like a bullfrog croaking in the height of night. My eyes look like I've gone three rounds with a prize fighter in the ring and my nose is as raw as a piece of red meat (same prize fight match I guess!). I ache all over and my temperature hasn't gone below 102 for three days now. (Gives a whole new meaning to hot flash let me tell ya!)
And don't even get me started out those over the counter medicines. You know the ones you take for the "snuffy nose, headache, cough so you can sleep" medicines. Ya. I was still awake at 3 am this morning. Bored. Out. Of. My Gourd!!! A 101 channels to watch on Dish Network and nothing to watch but religion programming and shopping network. Oh wait! There was this one show about how total knee replacement parts are made. That was REAL comforting and interesting to know. Not!
So ya...I'm cranky, I'm sick, and I'm not liking that I've been stuck prisoner in my home due to this ailment that has me in "time out" (as one of my Facebook friends called it).
I'm a little disappointed in my body right now...I thought I was stronger than this. When this cold gets done kicking my ass, I'm gonna do some whoopin on my body!!
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