enferma

I don't like being sick.

I dislike missing work.

My head feels like it's going to implode from pressure.

My throat feels like someone has lodged a throbbing ball where my lymph nodes used to be.

My poor nose is sore.

I thought yesterday would be the worst of it,

but I was wrong.

Today is the worst.

I vow to be spritely tomorrow.

But at least through all of this, I've learned that I'm pretty good at feeling sorry for myself.