Cazzle's Blurty

I really hate being ill.
I've had a sore throat for the last few days, which was especially dreadful yesterday morning. I spent a good proportion of yesterday feeling lousy, but kept popping ibuprofen to get me through the day. By the time I got home, just before 6, I felt like death. Matt ran me a bath and I sat in it for about 40 minutes, then I was exhausted, so I lay down. My eyes hurt, my head definitely hurt, my back was sore and I just felt generally shite. I think I fell asleep for an hour, and then Matt brought me some food. I ate a pathetically tiny amount, felt sick, then went back to sleep.

Fast forward to 1am, and I woke up about to hurl. I'd asked for a bowl by the bed earlier, which I grabbed just in time. Then I went back to sleep. Then at 3:30 I woke up again for round 2. Then I woke up at about half 7, for round 3. Thank crap I haven't been sick since, but I still feel horrible. (The best part is that I'm not even being properly sick, because there's no food, it's just a mixture of nasty bodily fluids.)

My head is so sore; it's like someone's left a concrete slab on top of it. My throat is in agony and there is nothing I want to eat. I had a mug of miso soup before, and it was fucking disgusting. Then I sat in the bath and felt sorry for myself, and read a book. (The number of baths I take per month is directly proportional to how ill I am feeling.)

PLEASE SEND BROTH YOU GUYS.

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