Illness does not become her

The verdict is in. Jackie is sick. I slept a solid 12 hours last night, laced with dreams about everything from dancing, mountains, car wrecks, police, camping, waterslides, past loves, horses and french toast. Apparently you can fit a whole lot of rem into your sleep cycle by doubling its average time.
I feel absolutely disgusting and useless. I hate not being able to do anything productive for this long and I'm seriously considering going forward with the room cleaning regardless.
I suppose this is where I should be wishing that I had insurance, but I'm not at deaths door yet so I probably wouldn't utilize it at this point anyway. I'd just kind of like to know if this is in fact the dreaded H1N1 as I've been calling it by default. I've googled it extensively but the symptoms are all kind of vague and similar to any other type of flu or virus.
I'm decidedly against the vaccination for H1N1, after seeing that it can give some (very few, but some) people crazy neurological disorders in which they can only walk backwards and talk while running...you know that would be me, no doubt. Also sterilization properties? Someday when I live a stable adult life, I would like to have the option of having babies. I guess this is the price I pay? I just hope it's run its course for the most part by tomorrow. I can not deal with another day off work.
So the plan for today is to clean my room in a very slow, non-physically-exerting type of way. As in bringing the piles of clothes to my bed and folding them from here. Seeing as I'm trapped in fort bedroom indefinitely, the mess is only serving to stress me out further.
Also, I would so very much like to start Christmas decorating. I'm pretty sure that's beyond my power level. The stuff is all in the shed, it just has bad idea written all over it. I'll just live vicariously through Sandra.
Eff. It feels like nap time again. I had better lose some weight for all of this misery.