Woe is me

I'm sick. Like, really sick.

When I mention Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease, many don't know what the heck I'm talking about, but others can relate because they have had children who have had it. The fact that I have it when it is most common among children is beyond me. Those poor kids! How do they endure it if it's this bad? I am pushing 25 and I have never thought of myself as a wuss but perhaps I am. Here's why...

• Today is my 4th day of running a fever of at least 102. Ibuprofen hasn't helped as much as usual.
• I currently have 9 major sores in my mouth and on my upper lip which have also prevented me from eating the past 3 days. Fluids. Lots of fluids. Through a straw, of course.
• Diarrhea. Enough said.
• Majorly achy body and being weak beyond weak.
• Not being able to brush my teeth with toothpaste. I won't tell you how long it has been.

This is supposed to last for at least 7 days. I am on day 5 since the symptoms started and they just keep comin' and getting worse. That's probably why I have become pretty emotional the past couple days. I cry during pretty much every food commercial because I can't eat. How embarrassing! The good part is, I have been able to recognize how grateful I actually am for food and how much I take it for granted. (In more ways than one!) And, if I compare this to what the Savior went through for all of us, I feel downright foolish.

So, there you have it. I really have no choice but to endure, and hopefully I can do a better job and just grin (although that hurts) and bear it!