Is "plague" stretching things a bit?

I do not like being sick.

I try not to advertize that fact.

This might be surprising to people who have been reading my last few Facebook posts.

 

I started to feel ill on Friday, but by Saturday, it was evident this was not going away. Also, one of my favorite poems.

 

Beth wrote a poem. Not for me specifically, but it was still lovely.

 

 

I don't know why no one liked this. I thought it was a legitimate request.

 

Less than articulate.

 

That comment got a lot of interesting comments. And Emily was awesome.

 

Couldn't have come at a better time.

 

That was this morning. I needed to eat so I could take meds before I went to work. But everything I eat now tastes like medicine. It's disgusting.

So yeah, I'm fairly vocal about it. But I try to be funny-vocal instead of the whiny-vocal that I really feel. There's nothing I want more than to curl up next to my mother and whimper pathetically as she pets my hair and tells me everything will be okay.

This is difficult from 150 miles away.

It's impossible when you belatedly remember that your mother has gone to Pennsylvania for the weekend.

So yeah. I muddled my way through. Theoretically, I caught up on the CBS shows I hadn't had a chance to begin. Don't ask me what happened in any of them, though. I really couldn't say.

And today, I'm back to work.

Yippee.