... I catch the sort of stomach bug that has rendered me a mewling, whimpering, puking, terrfied-to-fart, weak, bedridden soggy mass today.
I feel utterly wretched. I do not do this kind of sickness well. I am not particularly demanding - in fact, I demand to be left alone to die. And I know it will end. But it can't end soon enough.
It is 8PM. I finally dragged my ass out of bed to come down here and just get vertical for a few minutes. And I am already fading, only ten minutes into the excursion.
I'll be fine. But today has not been great.