Yup. I was so excited and happy yesterday, and then I started to have that scratchy feeling in my throat.
I'll drink tea, I'll be fine
Then I fell asleep by 9 o'clock. I didn't get out of bed today until 2pm.
I need to eat, but I don't know what would stay down. I may try tomato soup, my go-to when sick, but that requires more movement than I am currently willing to try.
So now I am watching my guiltiest of guilty pleasure shows, Hart of Dixie (but really quietly, because sinus-head).
I am kind of happy my roommate left yesterday to see her family for the week, because now I won't infect her with whatever deadly disease I am carrying.
EDIT to tell you the best part. In my sick-dreams, I was transformed into a post-apocolyptic badass in the same Universe as The Walking Dead. So.