Swine, Bird, or Feline flu?

I feel like I've slept more than my cats recently. And that is saying something. I had an insanely busy weekend that was pretty much nonstop social events, work, and workouts the whole weekend (although I did fit in Morning Glory, which is a super cute movie that all chick flickers will enjoy). So it didn't surprise me that I hit the pillow pretty early on Sunday night.

And then Monday morning happened. I woke up after 11 hours of sleep, and still felt exhausted. I was exhausted and blah feeling all day. None of my muscles seemed to want to work and I just wanted my big bed of fluffy cozy awesome.

Enter Monday night, I go to bed early again, in hopes of getting up to make up for my lack of Monday morning workout the next day. Nope, slept til 8:35. Nine plus hours of sleep. Not cool.

Bittersweet part of this weird illness. Despite smaller more pathetic workouts, my scale seems to be agreeing with the sickness. Ok, so its not really bittersweet, that part is quite awesome, but still.

I guess when I think about it, its something that I could totally deal with. Way more sleep than normal, and the scale goes down? Sounds fantastic. Until I die of the newest form of Monkey/Elephant/Water Buffalo disease.....

Day Four. From the floor.

I currently have a very angry elf in my brain with a pick axe trying to get loose, and a niffler in my stomach digging for coins I might have swallowed as a small child. But earlier today, in a healthier state, I was thankful for a few things.

A gift of a cupcake carrier that has a built in cupcake tower (I have been eyeing carriers forever, and the added tower bonus is magic).

Having a workout buddy at the gym this morning.

And getting to buy 200 Kitty and Puppy stamps for work mailings (I support animal shelters of cute and cuddleys!)

Now here's hoping tomorrow's post is a thanks to magical healings...

The Barely Living Dead.

This is what I have been looking at for the past five days. It is what my life has revolved around. I spent the last four solid days with a fever, ridiculous cough, nasty nose, complete with headaches and hard as rock muscles. It's been grand!

I think it's the ghost of Anne Frank haunting me. Just like that pigeon that almost pooped on me outside of her house....

Anyways. I know I have been back almost a week, and still no sign of life, but that is why. Being outside from 9am to 9pm in snowy cold wet weather with not enough winter clothing, running on five hours of sleep a night finally caught up to me.

I vow to post soon. Hopefully tomorrow! At least about something....

DPP: Sucky Sickness

My father was sick. I survived. Tim was sick. I survived. I wake up the day before Christmas and I want to die. I leave in less than a week for Europe. I have a RIDICULOUS amount of stuff to do. All I want to do is sleep. My brain is being beaten by a meat hammer.

I did bite the bullet though. I usually wait a few days before going to the doctor. I called to get in as soon as I woke up. I am kicking this asap. Wish me luck. :(