I hate being sick. I hate not being able to swallow without wincing. I hate the fever that makes me feel like I’m going to die of heat stroke. I hate the chills that make it impossible to sleep. I hate the gunk in my ear swooshing around, letting me hear some times and not others. I hate feeling like my head is going to explode from the pressure. I hate missing work two days in a row. I hate knowing when I go back, I’ll be swamped with things to do. I hate being mad at my dog because she wants to cuddle, and I don’t. I hate eating chicken noodle soup for every meal. I hate that no other food sounds good. I hate that daytime television sucks. I hate that no one has returned my phone. I hate that I am having a pity party. I hate that I feel so whiny right now.

Guess I’ll go eat some more soup and try and sleep again.