In which I whine

So, it's December 28th and we've been sick since December 22nd. Vacation has been miserable. We slogged through Christmas just because we had to. Michael even missed Christmas eve at my parents. I went and returned home feeling like I was going to die if I didn't get to bed immediately, only to toss and turn and ache so badly I wanted to die. Yeah, it's not been the best holiday. As I write, Michael has run to town, the first time he's left the house in seven days, for more cough drops and McDonalds. I feel miserable and achy and very worried about Stars on Ice being a reality two days from now. So much for a merry Christmas!