Being sick blows

How's that for a title? It pretty much sums up how I'm feeling at the moment considering it's just a few minutes after 5:30 AM and I'm still up, doing my best to keep from bruising my own ribs with more long bouts of coughing. I'm not even sure how I came to contract this plague. What I do know is that I felt fine up until mid-day Monday and then I just knew I was coming down with something.

Here I am almost three days later fighting off a fucking fever and hack. I couldn't even call in sick to work this (or last) morning because I had lost so much of my voice only harsh, broken squeaks were coming out of me. Instead of coming across like some childish jackass and having my mom call out for me, I wrote an e-mail explaining my dilemna/curse/death sentence/etc.

Now I'm glaring at the clock knowing I'm going to have to call out for another day, this being my third week into this new job that I'm liking so much already. Fortunately I was already beginning to look like death warmed over on Tuesday, and I called yesterday to see if 1) things were going smoothly and 2) to let them hear my Lord-of-the-Rings-ring-wraith voice.

The best part is I'm not even sure if I should head back to bed now or just stay up until 7:30 so I can break the news. My concern is that if I go back to bed now, I might be so tired I sleep through my alarm or some nonsense and not call in. The flip side, of course, is: I'm fucking exhausted and would love to just fall asleep already.

Oh, the joys. I should get sick more often.