Sick days.

I have some viral upper respiratory infection, so today is my second day home from school this week.
It can get a little boring in my room, so I went downstairs to the living room to watch some TV.
No, Dan. I'm not acting more sick than I actually am.
That's one thing that annoys me.
He always thinks I'm faking.
I'm coughing up gross mucus and my heart rate is going wacko.
It's not like I WANT to be sick.
It's actually painful.
I'd just rather get my mind off of it and not be completely miserable is every way possible.
Is that too much to ask for?
God damnit. It's just REALLY fucking annoying.
So he can get over a sickness better than I can.
Too bad he doesn't have a failure of a heart and isn't prone to upper respiratory infections like I am due to my POTS.
He works out like three times a week, of course he'll get better more quickly.
Seriously.
Fucking asshole.

On a side note, my coughing is starting to hurt me. I hope I'm not damaging myself.