It’s almost midnight, way past my bedtime on a week night and I can’t sleep even though I feel like death warmed up.
I feel terrible, this cold has kicked in and when I lie down I can’t breathe – it feels like there’s an elephant sitting on my chest. My head is spinning and every muscle I possess is aching.
Blergh.
I wonder if my elephant is any relation to those Rae talks about in her sleep.
I also wonder if Vicks will take care of my nocturnal pachyderm?
I am feeling a small amount of guilt for telling Keith you weren’t all that sick. That and also I am not sure that I didn’t wish it upon through all our joking about sick leave. Hope you are OK soon Yoda.
Ew… hope you feel better soon!