I hate when my hair hurts. I brushed it this morning, cringing the whole time.
I hate the way cold medicine tastes. Cherry flavored my ass.
I'm normally ok with a certain decibel level from my kids, but when I'm sick, I hate when they yell. Ds roared at me last night and I swear I thought I was going to be sick.
I hate when I try to watch TV, but it feels like it's too loud, so I lower the volume and then I can't hear it.
I hate when I read a book I know I love and every other letter stares out at me like a bad 3-D movie.
And I hate when I whine. So I'm going to stop now and just suck it up.
Feel free to offer sympathy, hugs, etc. What can I say? I'm high maintenance.
(((Feel better, sweetie.)))
Don't know about you but I'm still trying to work out who this Sela Carsen bird is... *vbg*
Seriously, and having just got over flu which completely knocked me for six (five days in bed, seven days in pain, still sneezing and croaky) being ill is horrible. And you never quite remember how bad it is when you are well.
(((Sweetheart))) I know your misery. Get better soon.