Everything hurts. It hurts to move. I've been freezing and burning all day long. I keep waking up in a sweat or with a huge, aching crick in my neck that I can't fix with because it's so swollen I'm afraid I'll break it. Surprisingly, though, there's nothing wrong with my sinuses or stomach. Mom says it's a virus and all I can do is drink and drink and drink. Ben's been taking care of me nonstop, bless his heart. He got me soup and sleepy tea and ginger ale and medicine and warm wash cloths for my poor little forehead. But I've been so darn hungry today, so finally I ordered an extra-large pie an hour before Ben left for his overnight shift at Walmart.
Usually when I'm sick, it's an ENT (ears, nose, and throat) problem. Usually I'm weak and tired and quiet. This time I've been so ridiculous! So demanding and wanting to be up and moving and whiny. So when the pizza delivery boy arrived 15 minutes late with cold food, I was rude. I'll have to call them back up tomorrow and apologize. I had to call in sick to work today, begrudgingly. When I take medicine the pain is bearable. But the moment it wears off, it's a good 7 out of 10 on the pain scale.
I'm just wasting away in bed and on facebook with harry potter movies constantly streaming in the background. I gotta be prepared for this final movie, y'all. I mean, who isn't gonna watch all seven movies leading up to it? (I told you, I'm ridiculous.)
And I miss Beeeeeeennn. He's only been gone an hour and a half. But I don't know what to do without him :'( - oh, and I take back the ginger ale comment that I added to the list of the things he's gotten me. Because he hasn't, yet; but he better, or there Will be consequences. :)