Don’t even ask me how I’m feeling. Because I can’t say that it’s a good or a bad feeling. I just know that the way I am feeling this very moment is one that could literally, make me sleep on the floor, if necessary. It’s not that I’m sick. It’s more of like my wonderful immune system that is supposed to protect me from germs, has so nicely decided to attack itself and make me feel like concrete.

I feel horrible. Everything about the word describes how I feel. Not too long ago, I decided to go try and rest before dinner. But as soon as I hit the sheets, I feel as if there is a pile of bricks sitting on my chest. Unbearable to sleep, difficult to get comfortable, and the worst part? hard to just rest and stop thinking. Stop thinking that I know I feel horrible, that I wish I could breathe, that I wishing there was a more even mix of the cherry Luden cough/throat drops because well, those are great (and there aren’t, and I’m just left with fruity strawberry).. and it’s bad. I can barely speak, and when I do, it’s not that you can hear me talk. My voice is so hoarse. I hope I don’t loose my voice.

I have a tissue jammed up into my left nostril. It’s like a leaky faucet. Either I’m stuffed up, or that I have a runny nose, or some combination of the two. But whenever I blow my nose, it’s like hurricane force winds. Well, whatever is attacking my system, I kindly suggest that you stop please, and I’m asking nicely, because I start my new job at the Clinic tomorrow. And it’s important.

I hope you’re listening.