Parental Love...or not

I wasn't feeling crash hot on Sunday, and slept most of the day away. Managed to make it out of the house for an hour...and got suckered into buying S2 of Jump Street. Dude, it was only $12.95, I had to!

Yesterday, I managed to stay lucid for about ah hour. Pretty much just enough time for me to walk to the Chemist and buy cough medicine and cold and flu tablets. And then I slept until 9.30 pm. I think I only woke up to take my medication and go to the bathroom. I was so bloody cold. I finally sweated it out earlier this morning. My sheets are disgusting.

Anyway, 10 minutes ago:-

Mum: *annoyed* Oh, you're awake. You slept all of yesterday. What the hell was that?
Me: I was sick.
Dad: Will you be going to work today?
Me: No, I'm still not feeling well.
Dad: Well, later this afternoon don't forget to relieve your mum so she can go buy milk.
Me: I'm sick.
Mum: *to dad* She's going to sleep again. She's so lazy.

Seriously, is it too much to ask that I have 2 fucking days to get over my flu?