Rabbit of negative euphoria
Damn, I've got the bloody flu. Again. I've spent the past two days either in bed, dozing off, or hugging the toilet for what felt like hours, squeezing every possible fluid out of my body like there was no tomorrow. All I've managed to ingest in two days have been two crackers and a glass of water. The mere thought of food makes me want to puke, in spite of the antiemetic pills I've taken, and even taking a sip of water is quite painful. Thank you, body, for making me feel so sick at the worst time of the year! My daughter's First Communion is in two days, and I should be running around like a headless chicken to finish preparing the last details for the event instead of spending the day in bed hugging the water bottle and sweating with fever.
I've tried to catch up with a couple of tv programmes (Endeavour and Doctor Who), but I can't concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes, so I've given up for now. Even fanfics are too hard for my slow brain, so I guess I'll just go back to sleep instead, and moan to myself until I feel better. :(
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I've tried to catch up with a couple of tv programmes (Endeavour and Doctor Who), but I can't concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes, so I've given up for now. Even fanfics are too hard for my slow brain, so I guess I'll just go back to sleep instead, and moan to myself until I feel better. :(
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