Dramatic title you say, but it's literal. My bad karma has made her rounds and slapped me in the face with the flu.
Yesterday I felt like I was knocking on death's door. I couldn't move without thinking I tore a muscle.
The flu is kicking me in the teeth, truthfully, even my teeth hurt. After a trip to Urgent Care, two pharmacies, three boxes of Kleenex and multiple doses of Tylenol and Motrin I can breathe without fear of pain.
I thought I was getting a break when I woke up this morning feeling better, until the coughing started. Through the day I started to feel better. Then I slept passed the time I was suppose to take the medicine and I felt worst than I had all day.
Fever is back and my throat and chest are hurting. I guess this is what I get for calling some of my nuggets dementors. Lesson learned.
I'm just hoping to get back to school for our Polar Express Pajama party on Wednesday. I'll be super sad if I have to miss it.
I would much rather be at school then stuck at home feeling like the cars at monster truck shows.
Here's to kicking the flu in his teeth! Wishing this aliment on your enemy! Karma will probably get me for that too huh?
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