It's funny, when my husband gets sick, he usually powers through it, gets stuff done and gets better pretty quickly. But I wallow in my sickness. I want to hide in bed, I wonder "why me?", and generally feel sorry for myself. It's silly, but that's how I am.

So after feeling sick and sorry for myself for a week, I'm trying to get ready to face the world again tomorrow. Just because I've been sick and in pain, doesn't mean my world is coming to an end. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.