I have a 101.8 temp.
And my chest hurts.
And I'm wheezing.
And I cough up really gross stuff.
When I'm sick I want to punch David in the face for even talking to me.
I want to punch him even more when he suggests I get off the couch and do something.
I mean, I'm sick?
Isn't he supposed to wait on my hand and foot instead of the other way around?
Maybe when my mind is not addled by fever, I shall put up a photo post of the weekend.