I *am* down with some.sick.beats - just the virus kind, boooo.

Ugh. I'm sick. There, I said it. I admit defeat. What ever nasty little virus I picked up has invaded me. This is me waving my little white flag. 

I'm a horrible sick person. I don't get sick sick that often. Sure, I get run down or weird things - things that usually end with a doctor saying, "huh, never seen that before." But as for traditional colds or the flu - I usually avoid them. Until now.

My grandmother always said, "if you don't want to be sick - don't be sick."  I really tried today. I really tried to believe I felt fine - I was lying. I feel awful, and I'm an awful sick person. 

I'm too hot, and I'm too cold. 

My body aches, but I don't want to take medicine. 

I'm hungry, but nothing sounds good. 

My words don't work right. 

I want tea in my special red mug (this special red mug) no, you aren't listening to me - my. special. red. mug. (It's the same mug). 

I want to sleep, but I can't. 

My phroat hurts. 

I'm a mess. 

I've always hating being sick. I have too many things I'd rather be doing, and being sick gets in my way. So, my behavior is half defeat - half resignation. 

So, a big shout out to the people who have to deal with the sick version of me. Who have to deal with me pouting, and who love me any way. 

I'll be back to my fancy self soon. But for now (and since I got my run in) - I'm hibernating.