"Death Becomes Her"

have been sick for 3 days. Each days brings a new level of agony Ive never felt before. Day 1 it started as a simple headache that escalated throughout the day. Day 2 brought the nausia,aches,and fatigue. And then there was today. Either I was beaten with rocks in my sleep or I am dying. I feel like somebody is squeazing my face while slowly rubbing sandpaper all over my body while lighting me on fire. Even the hair on my head hurts. I fully believe I am most likely going to die. I can only imagine what tomorrow will bring..... my head cannot possibly get any more hurty so a different part of my body must be next... me arms? Toes? Knee caps? The greatest part of all this is that my husbands cure-for-all is good ol salt water. "Make it taste like the ocean" he says. I don't know how this is supposed to help me. I have been given this "advice" before but I think people are just waiting to see if ill really do it. Well you'll have to find someone else to laugh at cause I'm not doin it! I'm expected to be at work tomorrow. Dying is a perfectly good excuse not to go right? They cant possibly be upset with a dying woman. And even if they are I guess it doesn't really matter cause ill be dead soon. Goodbye cruel world! I barely knew you!