Like Death Warmed Over

I'll admit it. I'm sick. And at this point in time I need sympathy. My brother started this disastrous course in our home when he got sick last weekend. Then Amy and Daynah got sick. I was just beginning to think I had missed it, when it hit like a two-ton bag of bricks on Saturday evening/Sunday morning. I've been running a fever for two days, coughing up fun stuff, and feeling really gross. I call it the funk. It is nasty. I want it to go away. Sigh. Okay, I'm done being a baby, at least out loud. I will wallow in my own self-pity in the privacy of my room and await a time when I wake up and feel human again. I hope all is well with everyone else out there in the real world!