Saturday I had a fever of 102.8.
I spent all day in bed, because when I'd get up I'd get dizzy and fall over. I was coughing up my lungs, not in good shape, ladies and gentlemen.
The fever's gone down some, but now whenever I go outside I start the whole cough-hack thing again. It's the flu, and it's not going away. I'm so miserable, but I have so much to do it's killing me. Papers to write, radio stuff to do, I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. And I'm now having trouble breathing because last night I recently developed a runny nose. I hate Hate HATE being sick.
Thank you.