House Arrest

So not a cold. Not a sinus infection. But the FLU. THE FLIPPIN FLU.

So I've come to the realization after clicking the remote for the last ten days or so - it's me. As Dr Phil echoes in my mind, I can't runaway from myself. Trapped in the endless cycle of self destruction. Last Friday in the cold sweat of migraine/head pounding aches pains - did I take too much of everything - more likely. Passing out in the middle of the hallway at the wee hours of the morning - ugh PAINFUL!!!

Brent in a rage of accusations from past experiences - can't defend against them. He still believes I don't need to take anything.

So fast forward: would I make a good hermit? Maybe.
- pajamas
- sleep
- click remote
- sleep
- pajamas and no one cares they don't match
- Internet/laptop/iPhone/iPad
- dish-network
- sleep who cares
- bad hair who cares
- pjs who cares
- only one person really texted me Brent
- no friends missed me so who cares I stayed home at all

So life begins again on Monday - so does this mean all my problems are just that ME!!!