In Bad Shape

So I woke up this morning with Sean by my side, and in dire pain. At least he was by me, it made me feel a little better to have a cuddle before he went to work. Horrible headache, extremely tired, mouth sores, and any cut or bruise on my body was hurting ten times worse than yesterday. Fuck I hate this.

Had my mom bring me my pain medication, sudafed, milk and ice water.

Sean left, I took a bath, and am now thoroughly doped up. I'm going to go read the next Preacher comic (which, by the way, are fucking awesome.) and rest. I can't believe my doctor actually ordered me to rest this weekend. He prescribed it.

Doctor's actually do that?