Excessive

I've been sick for a week now, and it's getting real old, real quick. Last week, about seven days ago, I had my Mom over for dinner, and by the end of the evening I had to ask her leave because I was starting to feel quite sick, and by that night I had a fever. When I woke up I took my temp and it was 102. I felt like garbage, and I even called in sick to work, which I've never done.

Bekki took care of me, and it was a pretty rough day and night. My eyes could barely open and I was confused and just... super sick. By the end my fever broke and from that point on I've been getting a progressively worse and worse cough.

It's to the point now that I can't take a significant breath in without coughing. It feels like there is a force pushing out at all times. I've been waking up in the middle of the night with a huge headache and coughing uncontrollably. Last night I woke up and couldn't stop coughing and in a daze, walked downstairs, turned on Futurama and fell asleep on the couch. My chest hurt, my head hurts and I'm just getting so sick of being sick.

I'm off tomorrow, so I'm going to... attempt to wake up without a headache, start the day right ya know. Clean the house as much as I can, and essentially finish concurrent project, which involves researching MPI derived types and collective interfaces. I want tomorrow to be a good day and feel good about myself, but it's difficult.

Life is so stressful lately... there doesn't seem to be a single aspect of it that is relieving or hopeful. It's just so heavy...

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