“I’m siiiiick!” That’s what I’d whine to HIM when he got home from work. Then he’d ask what I’d want for dinner and I’d say “I don’t knowwww”. Then HE’d run through his repertoire of comfort foods and, despite a long day and a long drive, he’d get down the business making me something like homemade mac and cheese.

‘Course, none of that will be happening….being sick sucks, being sick without someone to whine to a little bit and make you homemade mac and cheese really sucks.

I hate being sick, I've got zero energy. I don't feel like doing anything, but I don't feel like doing nothing either.