I was on the upside of this sickness thing. I just knew it. Sure, I had some pain on my right side when I coughed, but I was getting better. I was almost to the point where I could stay up past 11 without feeling like it was a terrible decision. Then Monday hit.
Monday absolutely floored me. Couched me would probably be a better term since that's where I spent a majority of my time, but that's not a common phrase. Yet. The point being, Monday was bad.
It was actually the worst day of this sickness thus far. I spent a good amount of time huddled in a ball, shaking. Some of it while at Walgreens. I feel bad for whoever got to witness that.
The only thing I can think of at this point is that there's gotta be something to learn from this. There has to be something I can take away. Right now, the best I can come up with is "stay away from other humans because they give you horrible diseases."
Hopefully that's the best lesson.