Thursday, December 13, 2012
Poor BF doesn't get that I don't like to be touched AT ALL when I'm sick. I'll come to you if I want my head petted, thank you very much. He compares me to a cat often enough, he really should get this.
Everything just hurts, from my chest to my joints to my ears, and let's not even talk about my head. Trying to kiss me- it makes me nauseous because I'll have to move my head.
Hope the poor guy's still around once I get over this bug- this must have been the hundredth time I told him to leave me alone in my shivering ball of misery.
Sitting on the sofa together is nice, though. Just don't. Touch. Me!