Monday, February 13, 2006
Another day just slipped through my fingers like water. It was the same as yesterday, the day before that and the day before that.
Lying in bed sick. I can't kick this illness
and Eric is close to taking me to the doctor. I don't want to visit a German doctor. I'm certain is just a bad strain of the flu and it will clear up soon. he's taking good care of me, leaving little notes all over the house for me to read when I wake up.
I look worse than yesterday, I hate looking at my reflection. This pale, sickly girl with red rings around watery eyes and all the color drained out of her face stares back at me. I've lost a lot of weight.
I'm falling behind in everything...I can't do anything like this...I can't even stand up for more than 4 minutes at a time. I keep crying tears of frustration because there is so much I need to do at the office.
Tomorrow is Valentines day. I haven't even been able to leave the house to get Eric a gift or plan anything.
That's enough whining for one day, I need to lay down.