1. If I'm not nauseasted, I eat. Anything and everything.
2. Something about being sick (the delirious fever, the inherent feeling of abnormal vulnerability, the inordinate amount of time left to do nothing but think...) magnifies all the other woes going on in life. I've cried about everything the past three days.
3. The only thing worse than feeling like you're dying is that recovery period where you know you aren't dying, you're sick of lying around in your pjs and yet every time you climb the stairs you have to take a break because you're too winded. I know I'm not 100% yet but geez my lungs, it was a cold not the Bubonic Plague!
4. I have the most coherent, normal (well, for me) dreams ever. I never remember my dreams unless I'm suffering from long-term depression, prolonged stress... or a cold. Last night, Britney Spears and I went boxing on the beach.
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What I've learned about how I do this "sick" thing
I R SIK
OK Arizona, I know that technically this is considered "cooling down," but that does not mean it's cold season.
I have a bazillion things I've been planning to write but now... I just feel like blowing my nose, taking a bath and dying.
Woe.
