I just coughed up my right lung.

I hate being sick.

But even worse that that? I hate going to the doctor.

With a board meeting this morning at work, I knew I had to make myself go to the office. So I forced myself out of bed and and into the shower.

And it was pretty much downhill from there. I hacked and coughed all the way to work. And I could hardly get through my board report, doing nothing more than hacking up mucus, drawing attention to the fact that I felt like crap. And when I wasn't talking, I was sneezing and blowing my nose.

Then, with things going so well and all in the board room, I decided it would be a good idea to go out to eat with everyone afterwards. And there I proceeded to cough and hack some more while everyone at the table looked at me like "Don't you dare get me sick."

Back at the office, my boss told me to take the afternoon off. "You'll feel so much better after you take a nap and just rest."

So I got in my car, and went to the mall.

I'm kidding. But I really wanted to. Instead, I decided it was time to go to the doctor. Gah. Did I mention I hat the doctor?

But it really wasn't so bad, especially since he gave me some kick ass drugs.

So I filled the presciptions, got some sick-people food at the grocery store, headed home, took my drugs, and had a wonderful nap.

After which, I proceeded to cough up my right lung.

I hope these kick ass drugs kick in soon.