SICK of Being Sick
It all started with a sore throat Tuesday night. I had a salt water gargle marathon.
Wednesday morning I woke up weak, nauseous, with a slight fever and a headache. I was mainly frustrated at how weak I was and barely shuffled to class. I had no sore throat by Wednesday night.
I felt a little lightheaded on Thursday.
My cough ensued on Friday.
I lost my voice on Saturday night. (I think it was from squealing during JT's tickle attacks. Totally worth it.) It was discovered on our ride to Griffith Park Observatory when I couldn't sing "ahoowooo" during Shakira's She Wolf.
My voice has gotten better since then, cough has gotten worse.I made a makeshift humidifier in hopes of helping this terrible cough. No such luck.
I have viral pink eye.
I woke up with sleepies glueing my left eyelids shut. This sucks.
Still coughing. UGH!