Breathing may or may not be a chore. Cold chills, cold sweats, cold feet.
I'm truly suffering.
Ok not really, but I'd be happier not getting lightheaded every five seconds.
I have to pee, but I really don't want to get up.
My bones must be made of sponge and my bed totally sucks.
It's one of those times where you spend more time awake and thrashing around then actually sleeping.
I have the first two seasons of Community to keep me company.
My comfy sweater came in the mail today.
This illness is ill-timed. I had better be better by tomorrow at 3pm
And, yes, as a matter a fact, I do wear my hair in a bun daily.