Letters from the discomforts of the Bed

Yes indeed! I write now while I am lying on my bed, down with a terrible respiratory problem. I have been sick for almost a few days now and I already feel miserable. I feel like a prisoner, locked away behind the bars of Asthma!
But honestly, writing might be an answer to this misery. I know I am very melodramatic and I blow everything far beyond proportion. But I find this dramactic world rather interesting. In short I would be quite honoured if you would tag me as a drama 'queen', at least I am a queen!!
I might come across as authoritative, thrusting my opinions on those people who happen to bear with me, only because they (those that put up with me) are quite sure that deep down I am nice and though these people I refer to now comprise of a tiny number, one that could be counted comfortably with < 10 fingers yet they are all that I need to get along with life with a true smile.