I haven't been this sick since my 16th birthday. I was so sick when I turned 16 that I didn't have a birthday party or blow out any candles and sing "Happy Birthday" with my family.
My little bro Blake decided that since a perfectly good cake was sitting there he'd just go and slice right into it. My step Mom failed to see the problem with this.
Now, that horrible, emotional turmoil combined with how I felt then does not compare to what I feel right now. I'm pretty sure I have the flu, and I've tried to stay away from others and wash my hands every chance I get. I don't wish this on anyone. I'm achy and I have a fever with chills... not to mention the worst dry hacking cough. It feels as though I'm going to shred my throat and all of the other important parts in my neck. It sucks.
It started with no warning on Thursday evening and I'm still feeling it. Sam convinced me to go and get some new medicine since the kind I was taking wasn't effective. It's the Theraflu that is made like hot tea.
I love hot tea.
This stuff looked promising because it is like tea, and has an apple-cinnamon flavor. This stuff works, but I'm glad I can't taste anything because even in my taste deprived state I can tell this medicine tastes horrible.
I'm glad for it though!
I apologize for the whining. My family tends to whine when we are ill.
In other news... I'm done. I want a hot bath (it helps a lot with the chills and fever) before sleepy time.
There is one good thing about being sick. I get all the rest I want. I have to if I want to get better!
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