Sick-O

I'm sick and must go to bed. 

The End.

Good-bye Forever.

Just kidding.  But I am sick and I do want to go to bed.  I have a sore throat and can't breathe through my nose.  I have a fever.  My head hurts.  I want to vomit.  My left knee hurts.  I have shin splints on my right leg.  Is it just one splint since it is only on one shin?  I will have to ponder this.  I want my momma to make me homemade chicken noodle soup.  But I can't eat momma's homemade chicken noodle soup. 

I worked out this morning at o'dark hundred.  It was uneventful.  I didn't want to talk because my throat hurt too bad.  I just wanted to get down to business so I could go home and suffer in my own bed.  But I can't go to bed because I have two little hell-yuns running around here.  They don't care if I'm sick.  They still want me to fix them breakfast and lunch and probably supper too.  Although I did speak a little this morning.  I told all-business Brenda not to stand right in front of the treadmill that I was on because I did not want to sweat or spit on her and therefore make her ill.  Although maybe if I had not fore-warned her, then she might get sick and might not make us work out.  Naaaaahhhh.  That wouldn't happen.  She would still make us work out and she might  even be harder on us because she wouldn't be feeling well.  She would probably say something like, "we don't have time to get sick around here.  We have to get this weight off.  Let's go.  Move faster Kelli."  I can just hear her now.   

I don't know if  I would be able to handle that so now that I think about it...I'm glad I told her to get out of my sweat, spit ridden running zone. 

Do you think it's a problem that I am now hearing my trainer's voice in my head?  

I'm going to lay down now so later, I can muster up the energy to keep fightin' the fat.