ugh
And I'm sick AGAIN!
This time it's the flu. But once more, it falls on a freakin three-day freaking weekend.
Yesterday I had a fever of 104, which (thankfully and hopefully obviously) has gone down again, but my head feels like it might explode, my throat feels like it's playing host to some sort of nasty parasite, my nose is completely and utterly dry and stuffed up, my eyeballs are throbbing, I am alternating hot and cold, I can't breathe, I can't walk in a straight line, I keep coughing up nastiness, and the thing I want more than anything - to sleep - is not coming to me anytime soon.
I'm GROUCHY, PEOPLE! Why can't my body just decide for once if it wants to live or die? I hate this fucking limbo.
PS: I think my mother looks me up on the internet. She mentioned earlier about my Yelp reviews. I never told her about making Yelp reviews. You don't just stumble upon someone's Yelp reviews and realize you know them. You kinda have to go poking around. I wonder if she reads my journal too.
I'm in a nasty mood.
This time it's the flu. But once more, it falls on a freakin three-day freaking weekend.
Yesterday I had a fever of 104, which (thankfully and hopefully obviously) has gone down again, but my head feels like it might explode, my throat feels like it's playing host to some sort of nasty parasite, my nose is completely and utterly dry and stuffed up, my eyeballs are throbbing, I am alternating hot and cold, I can't breathe, I can't walk in a straight line, I keep coughing up nastiness, and the thing I want more than anything - to sleep - is not coming to me anytime soon.
I'm GROUCHY, PEOPLE! Why can't my body just decide for once if it wants to live or die? I hate this fucking limbo.
PS: I think my mother looks me up on the internet. She mentioned earlier about my Yelp reviews. I never told her about making Yelp reviews. You don't just stumble upon someone's Yelp reviews and realize you know them. You kinda have to go poking around. I wonder if she reads my journal too.
I'm in a nasty mood.