It just doesn't feel right

First, it started with nose runs and consecutive sneezes. By lunchtime, the throat was sore. By teatime, I felt a funny bone on my right arm. Maybe I've been typing too long or exerted too much energy in last night's netball game. I persisted to attend my Tuesday boxing class but left halfway through the session when my nose refused to leave me alone. When I reached home, Chloe ran out the front door and refused to come back immediately when called. Just before I stepped into the shower, I cracked my ankle, again, and it was so darn audible it was bad.

I hate today. And I can't believe myself for bringing work papers home. Perhaps a sign to make myself useful if I decide to take the day off tomorrow.