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So, Friday morning comes. My cold is better, but i'm feeling kinda nauseous and my stomach is off all that day. I push it aside because Keddy and I had plans to go to Ranchmans all the effing way in the South for a friend's birthday. It was actually a lot of fun, we mostly were just dancing together because Sheridan and her friends were off doing whatever. Before we went to sleep that night, I took some cough medication and advil muscle and joint because my back had been spasming. Then I wake up four hours later and bam... I'm high. Off medication that have reacted together. Or, thats what's I thought. Cold sweats, nauseous, the shakes. Everything but throwing up. So I figured I'd feel better after all the medication wore off, but nope.

I have some kind of flu, without actually throwing up. I seriously cannot win. This is the second weekend in a row i've had to spend doing nothing because I'm sick. Last weekend was a cold, this weekend the flu. I've eaten about six crackers in the last 44 hours. I've had to blow off so many plans, and be virtually useless instead of getting to spend time with my boyfriend. I'm frustrated and upset. Why is this a thing in my life?