Sick Bed

Well, the worst came to pass and I eventually did get really sick. Ironic since, 2 days earlier I'd patted myself on the back for having escaped a real flu this year.

At first I was worried it was Tuberculosis, then Meningitis, but it may just be a wicked flu. I posted that I was sick on my FaceBook account and got no sympathy (and my sister asking for my car if I didn't pull through), and then went on to read on the news that Megan Joy, a contestant in American Idol, performed with this flu and got the sympathy vote.

Worst thing is, my husband hates when I get sick, so there's not one iota of sympathy there, either. My mom was the same when I was a kid. Maybe I need (more) therapy.