Up and at 'em.

I woke up this morning to my nose bleeding... a lot. I think I can count the number of nose bleeds I've had in my life-time on one hand, so naturally I started to wig out a little bit. After forty minutes of pinching my little nose, it finally stopped. Ick.

I am feeling a whole lot better, although my stomach still reels at the thought of solid food. I can't for the life of me, stop coughing.

This week has gone by in a blur of fevers, shivers, the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Arden doting on me and force feeding me liquids, and constant napping.

The sun has finally come out, and I am well enough to take a stroll outside. The fresh air has done me good.

Time keeps moving forward, even when you're sick. Shucks.