In the spirit of positivity, as challenged by Angelica (you lovely gothmuffin you ♥), here is my tribute to myself. List Three things you’re good at, three things you like about your life, three things you like about your personality and three things you like about your looks. Then challenge five people to do the same.

Three Things I’m good at
1. Listening. There aren’t many good listeners left.
2. Organization. I can organize the shit out of anything.
3. Being creative. I’m a slave to the muse.

Three Things I like about my life
1. I have a wonderful boyfriend, who puts up with my insanity.
2. My job allows my to keep all of my piercings in.
3. I have my five cats, and my landlord lets me keep them.

Three Things I like about my personality
1. I’m self-sufficient.
2. I have patience.
3. I’m loving and nurturing.

Three Things I like about my looks
1. My eyes.
2. My skin.
3. My curves.

I challenge all who read this to do the same.

The last few nights, I’ve been feeling horrible. I’ve been coughing, getting sick and running a bit of a fever. My chest feels like someone has me in a constant bear hug… either that, or my lungs refuse to expand to allow me to take in air. Last night at work, my support manager Julie heard me cough once, and sent me home. When I got home, it got so bad that I actually coughed so hard I blacked out, and hit my head off of the counter. Today, Kaylie basically forced me into the car, and took me up to the ER.

Turns out, I have H1N1.

The doctor told me that the reason that my chest feels the way it does, is because the virus has constricted my air ways. He prescribed me an inhaler, and it’s helped. I’m not allowed to work for 10 days, as a cautionary measure, and if my breathing gets any worse, I have to go back to the hospital.

I can deal with this. No problem. The only thing that I’m having issues with is the muscle aches. I can’t really do… well, anything at all, before my muscles give out. I was putting my sweater on this morning before I left for the hospital, and my shoulders just gave out. I almost collapsed, and the Robaxecet isn’t helping at all. I ache, and it sucks. I can’t really do anything but sit around. Even typing this, I have to prop my arms up, or they’re just all limp and useless.

I can’t wait until this ordeal is over. How I even got this stupid virus, I don’t know. When I get paid on Friday, I have to get tons of Lysol and disinfect my house. Going through this once is enough for an entire life time. Ugh.