flu

I'm sitting here feeling quite sorry for myself. I feel like the world has forgotten me. the kids and pat are off to mom and dad's for lunch, while I sit here feeling like I've been hit by a truck, coughing up parts of my lungs, and generally lamenting "why me?" Seriously, of all the times to be sick why does it have to be spring break? Actually this is embarking on week two of this retarded flu. Well, actually two flu's rolled into one huge, mondo flu. First the stomach flu, now this other flu. technically the stomach flu, according to google, is gastreonitis - or something like that. This other flu is the true flu. Achy body, very sore throat, can hardly drag oneself out of bed kind. I'm quite mad at myself for going to work on Friday. I was really sick, and I am sure I set myself back a good day's worth of healing by slugging it through. I'm really not a martyr. Why, now of all times, did I choose to play that role? I don't know. I have never really subscribed to the "give it all you've got for the job" mantra. I really think staying healthy, mentally and physically, for your family is more important. But all that flew out the window friday morning when I decided that I should just suck it up and go. wrong. big mistake. And now I'm paying for it. I'm sure I've been this sick before, I just can't seriously remember when. And seeing as, for now, I've blocked this blog, no one out there will feel sorry for me, so I guess it's up to me to feel sorry for me. And I gotta say, I'm doing a bang up job.