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.
