oy vey. I'm sick sick sick.

I've got the chills. My tummy is pissed off at me. I'm puking in the trashcan next to the bed.

I'm pretty hot, eh?

Yeah, this is day four of the energy zapping crud I have. Seriously. It's hard just to sit here and type. But if I lay in bed any longer I'm going to go insane. I can't get comfortable and I'm constantly cold. At least if I move around I can start to warm my feet up again.

Last night I drug myself out of bed to go to my husband's holiday party. I was a horrible date. Usually I'm way more fun but I just couldn't muster the energy. Oh, and my husband's coworker's pregnant wife was at our table and I was so jealous! She tried hard for this pregnancy though, so I am happy for them. They've had failed IVFs and succeeded spontaneously. Yay for them. She sat there with her hand on her belly. It was so sweet. I wanted to punch her in the face reach out and feel her belly. But I kept my hands to myself. Oh, the story of me eating the pin? It was while I was making a baby blanket for her.

I just watched the movie Alive yesterday. That movie just makes my skin crawl. Not because they had to eat their dead companions to stay alive, but that it was SO cold. Last night, when we left the party, it was ONE degree outside. It just brought my mind to how I would never ever make it if I was one of the survivors of that plane crash. I could eat a person, sure, but survive the cold? No fucking way. 72 days in the andes? The story is nothing short of a miracle.

Anywho, time to go lay back down. I hate being sick!