arrrgghh (like a pirate)
I don't feel well. Throat hurts, skin hurt, bones hurt. Oh dem aching bones.
It's a funny feeling -- being sick. Not entirely unpleasant. Don't wish it upon myself for an extended length of time, but there is something...something about being cocooned in your own little blanket of illness. It's like a cloak of sick. Enveloping and uncomfortable, but ownable. This is my virus. It's in me. It's mine. My body is reacting, preparing, and deploying it's internal resources to combat it. I'm sleepy, and aching, and puffy...but there is nothing to do but lay here and wait. That's ok with me. I can wait. And sleep. And ache. And lay in my viral cocoon, be warm, and wait for the blanket to dissipate.
It's a funny feeling -- being sick. Not entirely unpleasant. Don't wish it upon myself for an extended length of time, but there is something...something about being cocooned in your own little blanket of illness. It's like a cloak of sick. Enveloping and uncomfortable, but ownable. This is my virus. It's in me. It's mine. My body is reacting, preparing, and deploying it's internal resources to combat it. I'm sleepy, and aching, and puffy...but there is nothing to do but lay here and wait. That's ok with me. I can wait. And sleep. And ache. And lay in my viral cocoon, be warm, and wait for the blanket to dissipate.