I spent this weekend sick in bed. I called in sick to work Friday and didn't leave the house for more than 48 hours. In every way, it was vastly different from last weekend when I was living it up, going to concerts and celebrating birthdays.
On Saturday night, I was restless, but still tired. I felt disgusting from having watched hours of television on the couch, and so bored I wanted to cry.
So naturally, I did what every modern woman does - I went to social media to fill the void. I snapped this picture and posted it on Instagram, hoping it would solicit the sympathy I needed.
Within moments, I had some likes and a few "feel betters."
Mission accomplished, I thought. I did feel better.
Until my friend Natalie pointed out how relieved she was that what she first thought was a pregnancy test was, in fact, just a thermometer.
Not exactly the attention I was seeking.