Still sick, but recovering. Weird ideas come out of me when I’m sick. Is it a positive thing? Not sure, not sure.
Remember yesterday when I said I was sick with a cold and sore throat? Turns out it was a flu all along. I’m not good at identifying illnesses.
Anyways. Trying to survive. Hopefully I’ll be through the worst of it tonight. I hate being ill.
I am sick. It’s been a good run – nearly 9 months without getting ill. But now I’m down for the count and it really hurts. Breathing hurts. Swallowing hurts. Thinking hurts.
I’d rather be throwing up, because at least then I’d be mostly better by the morning. But nope, I’m in this for the long haul. Whoever gave me this sore throat and cold, I hope you get sprayed by a skunk. And lose your glasses. And eat bad sushi. And fall down a well.
I hate being around healthy people, unless I can get them sick. Their sympathy makes me want to cough all over them. I’m in a dark place right now.