Oh, man. This junk is just kicking my butt.
The congestion bug that I caught from Sophie seems to have morphed into something else. Something that involves fits of coughing (the kind that makes you feel like you can't catch your breath), non-stop chills (I'm on Day Seven of wearing three-four layers of clothing and still shivering to death), and the complete and utter absence of energy. I'm pretty sure my blood has been drained and replaced with molasses. Every time I make a trip to the bathroom, I feel like I need to stop for a nap half-way there.
The doctor this morning drew some blood and declared it to be "something viral, most likely the flu". Which either means I've never had the flu, or the flu this year is a new kind of nasty.
Yep. That's all the sitting up I can muster. I have to resume my position in a ball on the floor.