Why I hate being sick

I'm stuck sitting/laying on the couch surrounded by used kleenex and bottles of medicine, and from my couch I can see the laundry that needs put away, the dishes that need done, the trash that needs to go out, and all the little things that need to be put away. And I don't have the energy or desire to do any of it.

I hate this.

Exhausted

I feel ridiculously exhausted today. I'm hoping that I'm not coming down with something, but I've got a headache, I'm phlemmy, I'm feeling a little achy, and even after a night full of sleep I'm absolutely fatigued and exhausted.

I don't have the time (or desire) to be sick right now. First, it's only 1pm and I still have another 6 hours of work to get through. Second, I'm saving my PTO days for Carter's birth next month. And finally, I've got too much to do right now with curriculum stuff due to actually spend time resting and getting better.

I desperately need:
-medicine
-hot tea
-my jammies
-a warm blanket
-tonight and tomorrow to go quickly
-a hug