Day 2: I was right, this is no ordinary cold. I've been throwing up and my body has weakened. I managed to crawl to my bed. Maybe a good night's rest will fix me up.
Day 3: The sickness has me completely bed bound, I can barely move. The hunger is set in, maybe I should order a pizza, I don't know. I'll ask some incels, they'll know what I should eat.
Day 5: It's already Sunday, I hope I'll be good to go to work tomorrow. The sickness hasn't gotten any worse, but it hasn't gotten better either. My main struggle is keeping myself alive from my bed. I tried getting up, but my legs wouldn't move. I've been dreaming of spaghetti recently, so I'm torn on what I should order, I just need to think about it some more.
Day 6: I managed to drink some water that pooled on the mattress between my legs. It didn't taste the best, but I was concerned I'd dehydrate to death. I had to call in sick to work. They thought I was faking it and I'm in no state to get a doctor's note. Looks like I've been fired, but I'm in no state to concern myself with that. My stomach is screaming for food, but there are so many options available. Maybe I'll sleep on it.
Day 7: Don't know how it's Tuesday already. I must have slept for 24 hours. It's been boring lying here for 8 days, but I'm starting to recover, it seems I can now wiggle my toes.
Day 8: As my legs recover, my back is getting worse, I'm afraid to look at it. The bed bugs are definitely getting their feed. Speaking of food, I should probably order something. It's been 8 days since my last meal, I can hardly remember what pizza tastes like. Those damn incels didn't help last time I asked. Maybe if I bump the thread I'll get a better response.