Being sick sucks...

I haven't showered in two days.  Yes, that's probably TMI, but it's the truth. 

My head is pounding like I drank 3 bottles of tequila... not that I've ever done that, it's just how I imagine it would feel.

I can count how many hours I haven't been sleeping easier than I can count how many hours I have slept.  (I have been awake 4.5 hours out of the last 36...) 

My migraine has also decided to have a little friend join it, a fever.  And what comes with a fever??  Chills!  Lots and lots of chills.  I keep putting on and taking off my favorite sweatshirt, given to me by The Speedbumps (a pretty awesome band from Ohio).  I can't get to a comfortable temperature in my apartment. 

In my late twenties and all I want is my mommy.  Yea I said it.  And she's not even the most sympathetic person, but she makes me feel better. 

I have taken two days off of work, and can't stop thinking about all of the things that need to get done.  Yet I still sit here, one leg under the blanket and one leg over, sleeping.  I guess I just need to get over it and accept that my body needs this rest to recover from whatever is going on. 

I get put back into perspective, though, when I think about how much worse things can be.  One of my mentors was hit by a car while crossing the streets of NYC a few days ago.  He is in ICU.  I know someone who is facing cancer (and this ain't her first rodeo) and the battle is tough.  A family friend just recently had a serious heart attack, with recovery still a long ways away. 

And I'm sitting here complaining to the four or five of you that read this blog.  I need to be thankful for the health that I do have, because it could be worse.

But whether it's a migraine, fever, major accident, heart attack, or cancer...

Being sick SUCKS! 

So I'm going to go continue to get my rest so that I can be back to 100%, and be thankful because many people out there in the world may never get back to their 100%.