oh body, why does thou doest this?

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All week I have suffered with a cold. I spluttered my way through, and made it to the other side, despite the frustrated moanings of my colleagues and having to blow my nose in public whilst on the bus. I thought I was getting better. I thought I was beginning to feel fine and dandy. But I wasn't counting on Sunday Morning. Sunday Morning woke me up with intense feelings of nauseousness. He encouraged me to barf as Bart would, but I declined the offer. Instead, I slept till three in the afternoon, occasionally waking up to drink water and feel a bit nauseous again. Because of Sunday Morning we missed going to the cinema to see how pets behave when alone and we missed using the five pound off voucher we had for a local pub's grub. I am now in bed again with Headache, Bellyache, and Fuzzy Head. Nausea is still creeping around, trying to worm his way back into bed with us, but I'm fighting him off. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I've been more prone to illness over the last six months than in the last six years, and it's really beginning to annoy me. Let's hope that when I awaken tomorrow I'll be heartily on the Road to Recovery. Stupid body.