I still feel like shit, my nose is clogged, my chest heavy, I am coughing my lungs out. At least my throat isn't as sore. I am tired and dragged out and I am sick to death of being sick.
Okay. "Nuff whining.
Food and water are right on track.
Oh yeah. Now Willy God has the 'flu, too. It got the whole household, this time.
Okay, I am going to sit here and feel sorry for myself for a while.