I hate being sick

By the time I went to bed last night, I felt worse than ever.   It was late due to sleeping and being in bed all day and I think I had so much medication that it made me feel woosy.  Dave was already asleep so I dragged myself to bed unable to breathe and ill with nausea.  My throat was sore, my chest was heavy, and I could only breathe out of one nostril if I laid on my side.  I can't tell you how glad I was to breathe out of that nostril though.  It took quite a bit for me to fall asleep but when I did I was out cold not waking up again until 1:30pm when Dave called to see how I was doing.  

Needless to say, I still felt like someone stuffed my face and chest with a ton of mucus.  My voice was unrecognizable and I did call in sick to work.  That part bummed me out because I've been working so hard to force myself to go and overcome my psychological issues.  I was doing well and then my body betrayed me.   I did force myself out of bed though and spent the rest of the day on the couch and taking baths.  It seemed that sitting in the bath was the only thing that made me feel a bit better.  My lack of smell also affected my tastebuds causing me to not eat very much but I did what I could to get fluids.  

Right now, I am feeling a bit better than last night or this morning.  Not great, but a little better.  Something tells me that tonight and tomorrow is going to be full of the worse part of this little illness.  I caught a glimpse of it when I coughed up something disgusting a little earlier.  Sure enough, this is going break up and come up in ways that aren't going to be pretty.  Hopefully though I can make it to work but I can't worry about that now.  Goodness knows that I've taken enough days due to my mental disfunction, if I have to take one other because I'm physically ill then I really can't be too hard on myself.