When it rains, it pours...and I'm drenched!
Okay, maybe it's not THAT bad, but if feels like it. I'm coming down with the ick that seems to be going around. Joe has it pretty bad, too. He stayed home today and slept. I knocked myself out with NyQuil (NyQuil, I love you, big fucking Q), which helped me sleep most of the day. Was starting to feel better; went to the gym before work. Then-BAM!-on my way to work, my head feels like it wants to explode. See, this really wouldn't be such a bad thing if it weren't for the fact that Shianne, India & Ian are going to be here this weekend. I haven't seen Shianne & India since our wedding. Haven't seen Ian since Summer '04. I want to spend as much time as possible with them. Can't do that if I'm sick as fuck. So, I have a feeling I may just skip out on work tomorrow night so I can drug myself for about 24 hours and try to sleep this crap off. I started taking zinc & vitamin C today. I need to go make some hot water for tea.
I fucking hate being sick.
I fucking hate being sick.