More than anything in this world, I hate being sick. I don’t like feeling bad, and I always feel guilty that I’m not getting as much work done as I should be. It’s just not fun at all.

Tuesday morning with absolutely no warning, I woke up with a sore throat, fever, and no energy. Normally, I can tell for a few days ahead of time–or at least a day ahead–if I’m starting to come down with something. After much deliberation with myself on the issue, I decided that I really didn’t feel good at all and that I’d be better of at home–where I spent much of the day asleep and the rest of the time feeling guilty because I needed to be at school getting some work done.

As the day progressed, my sore throat turned out not be a sore throat but a cold. *cue ominous sounding music* I don’t cope very well with colds. For most illnesses, I’m down a day but then I’m right back at it. I may not feel 100%, but I’m ok enough to get things done. With colds, I’m never quite that lucky. For some reason, I end up feeling like crap and having no energy for practically a week.

I manged to make it in Wednesday and work for about 5 hours–after which, I was completely exhausted. I ended up sleeping 13 hours last night, and somehow today, I feel worse than I did yesterday. It could have something to do with the fact that the fever is back and that as per the usual progression of one of my colds, my lungs are now completely congested and feel like someone poured cement down in them. I’m hoping I’ll make it til 4 this afternoon… If not, I’ll be going home early and feeling guilty…again…