Yes, I realize it’s Wednesday.  And also, I have a severe abhorrance of coffee.  But it was the first thing that came into my head when I started writing this post.

I feel like my insides have been ripped out and left on the side of the road, while cars drive by my insides and splash water as they speed up. 

As I’m getting to work, and doing my job, and blogging, and emailing, my body is screaming What the bloody hell is your problem? and boycotting moving.  Which makes leaving my desk increasingly difficult.

And my abs feel like I’ve had the very BEST ab workout that money could buy… they hurt when I cough.  And sneeze.  And breathe.

In short, I feel like I want to die.

I haven’t been sick for very long, but it’s long enough to tell me that I don’t want to be sick anymore.  And also, the last time I was sick, I let it manifest for three weeks while it turned into a crazy sinus infection.  Go me!

So, next up on the docket for me is making an appointment with my doctor.  Or, at the very least, going to the walk-in clinic so they can see me right away and tell me that I am NOT going to die.

But until then, I feel like I’m going to die.