Sick

I am feverishly, mucuusly, disgustingly sick.
So I'm watching Grey's Anatomy, but it only makes my stomach ache more. They're so stupid for people who supposedly passed medical school.
My brother's radio show is playing over the computer speakers at the same time, so the combined noise is giving me a nasty headache. Still, this is the first show of his I've tuned into all of 2009, so I can't turn it off. And there isn't a remote for the TV, so I can't shut off Grey's Anatomy without climbing out of my chair. OK I did it anyway.
A Google search pulled up nothing on "things to do when you're sick," other than blogs by people who are under the weather. I can't actually do anything blogwise, since I only have three posts. I'm too lazy to pick up a real pen and write in my actual journal, so this is kind of cheating. Also the Harry Potter books I eyed from my sick bed are too heavy to read.
I won't gross you out with details of the sinus pressure and phlegm I'm dealing with, but it's pretty sick. I've missed two days of school (though I did go yesterday morning for a math test), and I'm setting myself up for a third tomorrow. I HAVE to be better by Saturday, so I can go to the b'nei mitzvah of my friend's twin siblings. I went to a public middle school with only two Jewish kids, neither one a close friend, so I completely missed out on the fun. Plus, the people throwing this one are apparently sparing no expense on the celebration, so I'm sure it will be something worth seeing. Vitamins and juice are in my future, if I want to get well in a snap!
Plus plenty of coughing stuff up.
On a happier note: I managed to turn in my term paper without visiting the psychiatric ward of Research Medical Center. That's a positive, I guess.