My Christmas

Two days before Christmas I woke up with a sore throat.  After a visit with the doctor at Instacare and a Strep Throat test (negative), I called my manager, but he said it would be too busy to stay away from work.  I knew he was right, but I had wished I could've stayed in bed.
Christmas Eve I felt even worse but didn't even bother try calling in.  I fought it with all my might and tried to stay happy and energetic, and I think I did pretty well, considering.
Christmas morning, and my voice was gone.  I stayed in bed most of the day, with a visit with my parents and brother in the evening.  After they left I went back to bed.
Today, I didn't think I could feel worse, but I do.  I'm tired, achy, and there is so much gunk in my head and pressure in my sinuses. I think it's nap time now.
Today, it's really hard, but I am trying to tell myself that there are kids out there without presents and some without families and homes and everything else.  I feel awful for feeling so selfish, but it's been really hard for me not to be selfish and whine.  I feel awful for feeling so sorry for myself when I know there are parents out there that would do anything to have a job so they could give their kids presents.

Love you all and Merry Christmas.  Thanks for letting me whine.  :)