Dear day in bed,

At first you were kind of fun.  You know, cause I got to sit in bed and watch Battlestar.  I was gonna drink water and watch tv, but the internet wasn't loading super fast today and I wasn't drinking enough water so I just laid in bed and tried not to move.  Also, in my sick haze this morning I posted on Facebook in such an unintentionally melodramatic manner that people became very concerned for me.  (It's okay friends, I just spent the day in bed.) 

Now that I'm sick and living off campus, I don't remember how I ever handled being sick in the dorms.  Did I spend all day in my loft bed? Did I hope that the dining hall would have soups that weren't too spicy? The other thing I always forget when I'm healthy is how debilitating being sick is.  When I'm healthy and I see sick people, I just want to encourage them to move and maybe that will make them feel better.  That doesn't sound good right now.  I'm trying to do something without moving or making my body want to shiver and/or sweat.  What is this world?

Staying in bed has kind of lost its charm at this point.  I'm ready to be well again.  Also, at this rate I will probably feel better on Monday, but I won't have done any of the homework for Monday.  So then I have a weird hope that I feel so gross that I won't want to go to class on Monday.  (I don't think I've ever not gone to class because of how I felt.)

Also, I'm breathing with my mouth open (duh) and sometimes I let out these tiny little squeaks.  They are pitiful.


love,
hannah