Wow does it suck when you're a grown up. I still get special attention from Steph, but your mind just does ridiculous things. You start to wonder if there's something far worse wrong, or if your heart is going to melt and stop, if they'll have to amputate an arm... you know, weird shit like that.
I was stuffy cranky all day yesterday, and by the time I got home from work, started to really feel like shit. By 8 I had a fever that just wouldn't quit. It absolutely sucked. So I slept on the couch and tried to sleep it off. That's never easy given the range of weird ass dreams you have when you're sick and you wake up hourly.
The good news is that when I woke up this morning, I could breath. Still a little achy, hearing still sensitive, but I was good enough to get my ass out of bed and go to work. It's weird that the recovery so far has been quick.
Right now though, I could desperately use a nap.