I hate the flu

I hate that I can not sleep because I have to wake up every five minutes to breath

I hate that I ache from coughing and not a productive cough at that

I hate that I am both hungry and leery of eating

I hate the alternating chills and sweats

I hate the way it lets you think you are getting better only because it was deciding to attack later from an all new direction

I hate the fact that as bad as it is, I am giving it to those around me that are closest to me

I hate phlegm (it even sounds nasty)

I hate thermometers and pills and medicine drinks and having no choice but to be buddies with them

I hate headaches

I hate sleeping sitting up (too difficult to breath lying down)

I hate eating and not being able to taste the food

I hate looking at the clock every 20 minutes when I wake up coughing

I hate how a bed feels when you have been in it too long

I hate getting up

I hate laying down

I hate talking

I hate being tired and knowing that lying down wont change that

I hate everything