The Flu Marches On

Day 2 of being home, Day 3 of being sick. I am stuck in a parallel deminsion. There is no sign of the Doctor. The only inhabitants are a small white and brown creature that somewhat resembles a dog. He spends most of his time sleeping, because I will not go play with him, because, well, I cant. In this waste land there are piles of herbal tea bags, cups of gingerale and other beverages, crackers, blankets and movies, as well as the occasional roll of toilet paper. I ache everywhere, and my throat feels like I swallowed a bowling ball (ok i am borrowing that from Brielle, but its true). The sun is shinning and it is a beautiful day, I wish for nothing more than to be able to go out side and play in it, but I feel too weak to even attempt, So i will continue to lay here, drinking my warm beverages that are soothing on my throat, and watching really old movies on netflix no one has ever heard of. I had planned to go to work this morining, I really wanted to, so i could save my leave for something fun like sky diving or hiking, but I couldn't budge this morning, so here i am, watching a 1970's supper cheese sports movie called coach, and looking longingly at the sun out my window. there is a really fun ward activity tonight, that I desperately want to go to, but even if i do, i wont be doing anything fun, and I will just be endangering others. Not that it matters at this point, alot of my friends are already starting similar symptoms- he he funny thing about the flu- its always "going viral" well as long as I feel ok tomorrow so I can go to the temple and sci fi museum, and hopefully the production my friend is in - Savior of the world. I am pretty sure skating is off the table, which is a shame, because the rink will be closed for two weeks. well, enough whining, time to go explore this planet a bit more. If you see a blue phone box, look for The Doctor, and send him my way. I am sure he could fix this, or at least make it more interesting. ha ha. peace out y'all