  Day 3. This is ridiculous. I don't remember having been sick for this long before. Even the aforementioned illness given to me by crankypants (who is now mocking my illness, his latest comment on my infirmity was: "I just don't understand how I always used to get sick, but now don't as much, and you..." Yeah, don't finish that sentence, once (if) I get better, I will kick your sorry behind) only lasted a day and a half.
You know how you get so achy and stuffy you can't sleep? Yep. Argh. Am so not in a good mood. And I told my mother last night that I thought I was dying. She laughed at me, and told me that nobody died from the flu and had the temerity to suggest that it's really all my fault for not getting a flu shot. (Nevermind reports saying that this year's flu shot doesn't even deal with the flu strains out there. ) So then, I reminded her that she told me that children had died in Colorado from the flu, and that I was obviously next in line. What advice do I get at that point? Don't eat, drink lots of water, and take some tylenol. Gaaaaaaaah.
I also think I have a fever, but my stupid thermometer is quite obviously broken because it tells me that my temperature is only 96.9 degrees. That's definitely wrong, I have a fever of at least 100. (Or it could be because my apartment is so warm, but how does that explain the chills I have too? ) Of course, by the time this illness has run its course, I will have gained 50 pounds because I'm using it as an excuse to eat all the pizza and Lindt truffles I want - and I obviously am not walking anywhere except from my bed to my futon. And all I want is a vanilla ice blended from Coffee Bean but I *can't 'cause I'm on this wretched coast. Yes, I'm feeling quite sorry for myself. 
