Going on the attack

I've been sick as a dog with a fever since Tuesday afternoon (4 days now) and I'm sick of it.

I'm tired of being sick.
I'm tired of sleeping.
I'm tired of my back hurting from lying on my couch.
I'm tired of my head hurting.
I'm tired of my eyes hurting.
I'm tired of my throat hurting.
I'm tired of coughing.
I'm tired of not having any energy from lack of appetite.

So i'm going on the attack.

I went to the grocery store and bought a ton of fruit amongst other stuff.
I'm washing all the clothes I've worn since I've been sick.
I've washed my sheets and pillow cases.
I just took a loooong hot shower.
I shaved.

I'm going to eat a big pumpernickle, ham, dijon mustard, and provolone cheese sandwich, a peach and a banana, and for dessert, i'm eating a coffee flavored energy gel. (yes the ones I eat when I run). I'm getting back my energy, and then I'm going outside.

Hey you! Yeah you, you fucking sickness. I'm coming after you, and when i catch you, I'm going to kill you, step on you, cut you up, then burn you. I'm tired of you controlling of my life.

It wasn't the best of ideas to take night time medicine a couple of hours ago, and then decide to get up, but oh well, it'll make the challenge that much better.