Colds are stupid and frankly not very nice

Dear world, 

I'm sick. Feel sorry for me. 

Love,

Shivonne

p.s. I blame my previously ill boyfriend for my current achy, sniffly, burning throat, pounding head status. 

For the first time in a month I was given a Saturday off. Now generally I get my Sundays off which is very nice and all, but there is just something about having a whole Saturday to yourself to really get you smiling. You get to spend it however you want: lazy, productive, DIY projects, jaunts to the library, reading magazines, sleeping in, eating out for breakfast, reading books, taking walks. You know. The works. Unfortunately this fateful Saturday was not to be so. I groggily roll out of bed after noon, blanket wrapped around my shoulders, hair in disarray to scout out my unsuspecting boyfriend just to pitifully moan one phrase: 'I'm sick and it's your fault.' With that big accomplishment under my belt I trudge back to my room and collapse in bed.

Needless to say my Saturday was with pain pills, throat lozenges, naps, and the occasional movie. At one point I did accompany Chris out of the house so he could pick up some bread and ham from the my work to make sandwiches. I figured the fresh air would do me good. I walk into my place of employment in one of Chris' hoodies, a baseball cap, and sweatpants. My manager looks me up and down and eloquently says, "what's wrong with you? you look like crap." Thanks for the sympathy Leanne. I got a similar reaction from one of the owners when I dutifully turned up this morning for my shift. Me: "good morning." YVonne: "You look awful." Needless to say I was sent home after 2 hours to recuperate before my impending six day work week. Hopefully I'll be feeling a little more above the weather (notice how nobody says this? It's always 'under the weather' so logically 'above the weather would be the opposite effect no? I'm trying it out. Tell your friends.) since I have to open the shop at half past six in the morning. 

But don't worry, Chris is doing his part. Just now when he walked into my room I moaned how my headache wasn't relenting. His reply? "You're not drinking enough water butt head. Look you've had like half a bottle. Ooh take that dehydration." Real nice germ carrier. Real nice.