Sick. Again.

Well, I'm on my second sickness of the year. My boss made me go home yesterday because I was infecting everyone with my minging germs, and since yesterday I've been wallowing in used tissues and self-pity. Man, I hate not being able to breathe. I really hate that dry feeling you get in your throat when you've been breathing out of your mouth all night. I slept for three hours in the bathtub last night, yeah, I mean actually slept, because it was the only place I could breathe. (Hot steam, lovely. Only woke up to let cold water out and put hot water in.) I felt like a saturated sponge after, but man, I breathed.