Waste of PTO

Being sick is a waste of PTO time. I don't feel good. I haven't felt good for a while. My head hurts and I can't make it stop. All I want to do is sleep, and when I'm awake I either want to whine about not feeling good and/or go back to sleep. Bruce has made supper. Not sure what it is but it has noodles, spaghetti sauce, meatballs, sausage balls and velveeta. He also asked me if we had any garlic powder, which we did. Maybe we still do. I don't know. I'm not hungry. Just thirsty. Really thirsty. And sleepy. Maybe I will wake up tomorrow.