Sick As A Dog

I got hit with the worst sickness ever. I've had an awful sore throat for a couple of days so I decided to get an antibiotic filled from the last time I was sick. I woke up Sunday feeling better, but as the day wore on, I had an uncontrollable cough. I didn't even have much fun at the Superbowl party we went to. Monday I woke up and wanted to kill myself. I felt like I had been hit with a mack truck. I was going to call in a sub, but I couldn't think of what I had planned that day to give to a sub. So instead I tried to bear it until noon and called in a sub for the afternoon. Well that backfired because no sub picked it up. So I had to stay the whole day. My kids were wonderful though and were really good the entire day.

I called in today, and Pat brought me some soup and other goodies, including flowers, inbetween two of his appointments. He's so sweet. It's so wonderful to know I can depend on him and he'll always come through. I laid in bed all day, and slept a little. I took a decongestant last night that ended up waking me up every two hours. Needless to say I didn't sleep good. I just decided to call in another sub tomorrow and rest. I'm still feeling like hell and I need to get better. I have stupid conferences next week and I need to be in tip top shape by then.

I hope that I feel better tomorrow because being sick is really annoying.