Death is the best way to describe it

On Monday, I was feeling just fine.

On Tuesday, I was doing okay in the morning and then at one point, I had this enormous sneeze, and the rest of the day, I felt very congested and developed a headache. I was attributing these things to allergies. When I got home from work, I took a dose of allergy meds and while the pressure in my head and the drippy nose didn't go away, I continued to assume that the pollen and weather change were getting the better of me.

Yesterday, I woke up and couldn't hear out of one ear, I was stuffy, my head was pounding and I just couldn't pull my ass out of bed. As the day went on, I developed a fever, chills and a sore throat. As much as I would have liked to, I didn't leave work. But I can't say that I actually got much done. I spent most of the day counting down the minutes til I could leave. It was a chore to type or read or focus on anything other than how cold I felt on the inside, but how hot I was on the outside. Quarter to three rolled around, and I was out. I got home by 4 and laid down with a ton of blankets in my recliner. Put on Tyra and napped for a couple hours. I still wasn't feeling better, so I went up to bed, made Hubby roll over and slept, with a couple interruptions, until 5:30 this morning.

The fever was gone when I got up and I'm so much less achey than I was yesterday. I still feel like poo though. My head's all clogged up, I sound horrible and I can hardly keep my eyes open. About 20 minutes after I got here this morning, JB - my friend at work - called in, saying she's got the same shit I have, and she's staying home. Lord knows that I wasn't going to be off all next week, I'd still be in bed right now.

So, yeah, I feel like death. And I'd appreciate it if this feeling could just go away. Soon.