Better, Relatively Speaking

So, I got this cold last week. No big deal, right? It's just a cold. I make sure to bring tissues with me everywhere. I even skip the gym on Thursday, to let my body rest. Not that I actually rest, but still.  And then. . .Saturday I wake up with sinus pain and an ear ache and a fever.

As if the virus was sending me a message. . ."Bitch, you may be able to ignore a cold, but you can't ignore this!"  I also think I heard an evil, cackling laugh whenever I tried to get off the couch, but they have been from all the decongestants I was taking. I guess what I'm really trying to say is that this virus is evil and I'm pretty sure it tried to kill me.

It's now Wednesday night - I'm finally starting to feel better, if by better you mean not on the verge of tears from pain and exhaustion.

This is how excited I am about being coherent enough to post. 

Really, I shouldn't be surprised. There I was, being all good about exercising and posting and keeping up with laundry and BAM. Though I have caught up on every reality TV show I'm vaguely interested in, plus watched every episode of American Ninja Warrior.  

American Ninja Warrior is my new favorite sport. Although I'd probably have more luck playing football than being a Ninja Warrior. 

I may not truly be coherent enough to post.