Yesterday morning I woke to discover that my mild cough had turned into horrible flu symptoms and a difficulty to breathe. So I went to the InstaCare in Orem. Thank you health insurance. I am SO GLAD we have it.

It turns out that I have neither swine flu nor pneumonia, though I was tested for both. I have bronchitis, which is a horror I've never experienced before. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to swallow. It hurts to move. And the pain of coughing is worse than them all.

I went to Llamafest with the guys anyway, because I want to. I took drugs, which helped some. I was a little zombie-ish, but I'm glad we went. I don't know that I would go again, but it was cool to see the Krishna Temple in Spanish Fork. Turns out there is a little bit of diversity in Utah Valley after all.

I was happiest when we all sat down on Jared's couches and played four levels of Halo. At last something I could do while dying.

Today I don't feel sick anymore, but I'm in even more pain than yesterday. Today I'm not going to move. I'm going to play video games and lie in bed and drink gatorade and not feel guilty about any of it. Because holy cow, the pain.

I have this vain hope that I'll be all better by tomorrow. Or at least a little more functional. But if not, I'll probably just take some drugs and muddle through again.

Some day I should really learn to take it easy when I'm sick.