I'm so sick of being sick

Holy motha of Perl!
I was sicker then a dog on New Year's Eve. My poor Tod celebrated pretty much by himslef since I was in bed mouning and growning from a painful headache, runny eyes, and sneeze attacks.
Now this week I have a narley cough and three days later a fucked up cold again.
Ok, I'm so over it. I hit my "wall" yesterday. work sucked, my face and head felt like it was going to pop off my body at any moment, I hated the sound of anything, and I couldnt get home fast enough.
As soon as I walked in the door, I dropped my purse, kicked off my shoes and balled like a baby. My pitty party lasted for about 30 minutes, and I think Tod was just as lost as I was.... He has no idea why I was having a breakdown. Poor guy, he tried to console me but I couldnt breath and I couldnt talk. I just cried. and cried.... and kept crying.
Here's the deal, on top of a bad day, I realized im fuckin sick of being sick! I thought my immune system was supposed to be kicked into high gear now that im pregnant? BUT NOOOOOOOO.
So after my melt down I was able to spend quality time with my family and acted normal.
All is good again.

So my camera battery was completely dead. On Pixie there was a close up picture challenge, but since my camera was dead, the closest I could get to my camera was my camera phone.

This is me. close up.