I've Been Sick as a Dog

      My roommate has been battling a cold all week and, on Thursday, I finally caught it. This is the sickest I've ever been since Easter 2010, which is the last time I got sick. I spent literally all day and night on Friday in bed. I can't remember a time when I've been this sick and feeble. And I do not like that feeling. To give you an idea of how sick and weak I've been, yesterday I was heating up a cup of coffee in the microwave and I literally fainted and landed on the floor. I woke up moments later and it literally took me 10 minutes and several attempts before I could stand up. Yes, I fell and couldn't get back up. My roommate was sitting at the table about nine feet away and he never heard me fall down. The only good thing about this ordeal is that it killed my constant cravings for nicotine. The pack of cigarettes that I opened on Thursday still has seven butts in it. Hopefully, this will be the opportunity I've been looking for to quit tobacco permanently. My lungs feel better, if not the rest of my body, so that alone is a good reason to quit.