Go ahead and say it...

I know what you're going to say.

You're going to say I overdid it.
You're going to say I worked too hard.
You're going to say I pushed myself too much.
And that it was only a matter of time before my body let me know that I wasn't Superwoman.
And you would be absolutely right.

Cold meds
I know. I have one big "I told you so" coming.
I don't even have the energy to feel sorry for myself. (Okay, well, maybe I do, but just a little bit.....)

All I need now is an army of Oompa-Loompas to come in and sing about how I should take care of myself and get some rest....or maybe it's the fever that's making me delirious??
Oompa Loompas
Oompa Loompa doompadee dah
If you're not greedy stupid-and-just-get-some-rest* you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa
Oompa Loompa doompadee doo.

(*Lyric adjustment mine. In fact, I think I'm going to make that my ringtone for my phone as a reminder anytime I get a request to do something, but that's not important right now. =D)

Oompa loompas 2

It's getting worse. Now I'm seriously hallucinating! 

The Oompas have formed a conga line and are singing to me in Spanish with a Cuban accent! (Actually they are singing in my mother's voice!!)

Umpa Lumpa dumpadi dilo.....Tomate un cocimiento de tilo!

Going back to bed now...... Hay! Dios mio! 

SIGH. (cough, cough, hack, achooo!)