I make one of the world’s worst patients. I decided that this weekend while I was basically stuck in bed with the flu. The biggest problem with being sick is I have no one to whine to until I have enough energy to get up and blog about it. My cats hated me because I kept kicking them out of bed. I was too ill to feed them as well and they hated that. They probably would have begun gnawing on me if I hadn’t feebly gotten out of bed and filled their bowl with some food before nearly passing out on the kitchen floor. Thankfully, I made it the arm-chair in the living room and stayed there for the next 24 hours.
It can easily be said I despise being sick. I am currently about 80% better, which means I am able to get up, go to work, and come home to collapse in the arm-chair until 5 am the next day.
One thing I found funny is one of my co workers asked me yesterday what my temp was while I was sick. I laughed and told her I was way too sick to get out of bed and get my thermometer. Although the whole time I was laying there shivering from the chills or burning up from the fever I kept thinking I really need to get up and find the thermometer so I can check to see what my temperature is.
At least I am over the flu and I am good for the rest of the year.