I've spent the past two days laying on my floor and my bed with the worst stomach flu I've ever had. I'm 67% sure I'm actually dead.

In other news, the floor is my new friend. It understands me. It doesn't judge.

My mother is a kindergarten teacher and gets the most exotic illnesses from her germ-ridden charges. I usually avoid getting them but there was no hope this time. I woke up at 4am two days ago doing my best impression of the girl from the Exorcist.

Everything hurts. Besides all of the super fun throwing up, I have shivers so powerful that I feel like they could break my bones. I ache so badly. Even worse, when I get very sick I just spontaneously cry for no reason, so I am just a mess.

*sobs* Damn my treacherous immune system.