Bieng sick is the best and worst thing ever. I feel like I have an excuse to sit on my but and complain. Which honestly is about my most favorite thing in the world. Who doesn’t want to be a big whiney baby for a day, when no one can do anything about it or be mean to you because “you’re sick”.

Roll your eyes all you want but you will go get me a 7-up and box of tissues! Oh the house is trached? That sucks, too bad I was too sick to pick anything up. Grocery shopping? No, no I don’t think so I need to lay here on the couch and watch old episodes of Friends, thank you.

But it also sucks monkey balls because every other breath I take makes me wheeze and cough, which makes me gag, which makes me barf, which makes me pee. Ah yes the lovely bladder control issues I’m experiencing at the moment. And I can’t stand up or do anything without feeling completely exhausted and useless.

Really it’s not my fault that I lay there and cry at people. I can’t help it. I need sick days too.