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Ugh, I am sick and it sucks. I have no idea what is wrong with me, but I'm going to the doctor if I don't feel better by this afternoon. I've had a fever since Saturday, but I think it's finally breaking (I hope). Friday night my skin felt sensitive in the way it feels when I get sick. Then I ran around Audubon at 1 pm on Saturday. Looking back, that was probably the dumbest thing I could have done. At first I thought I overheated myself, but I'm pretty sure I was just sick. Running in 95 degree heat at 1 pm just made it worse. Much worse, heh. I haven't had an appetite since Saturday and UGH, the fever. It wont go away. I've sat around with ice packs all weekend, having a fever and chills.
I actually felt better when we were watching the LSU game, but the next day, I had the chills and fever again. I parked my ass on Owen's couch yesterday and didn't move. I watched a special on a 627 pound lady, a special on twins with one body and two heads (man, I have so many unanswered questions about that), tons of Bridezilla, a Lifetime movie, and Beaches (thankfully Owen was playing soccer when I watched that). What a waste of a day. I accomplished nothing this weekend. Hopefully I'll feel up to changing my oil today. At this point, that's all I want to do.
Being sick sucks! I have to say, I asked Owen to get me some gatoraid, and he came back with not only gator aid but soup, sour patch kids, a jar of pickles, and chocolate. It made me cry because it was so sweet. I don't deserve someone so sweet.
I actually felt better when we were watching the LSU game, but the next day, I had the chills and fever again. I parked my ass on Owen's couch yesterday and didn't move. I watched a special on a 627 pound lady, a special on twins with one body and two heads (man, I have so many unanswered questions about that), tons of Bridezilla, a Lifetime movie, and Beaches (thankfully Owen was playing soccer when I watched that). What a waste of a day. I accomplished nothing this weekend. Hopefully I'll feel up to changing my oil today. At this point, that's all I want to do.
Being sick sucks! I have to say, I asked Owen to get me some gatoraid, and he came back with not only gator aid but soup, sour patch kids, a jar of pickles, and chocolate. It made me cry because it was so sweet. I don't deserve someone so sweet.