Why is it that when I’m sick I feel the worst when I’m trying to go to sleep or waking up?
But fuck! I’ll be happy if I wake up tomorrow and this damn spike headache is gone. And I’d be happy if I could breathe through both nostrils. And I’d be elated if I could hear with my right ear and it didn’t feel hot as fuck.
But for now I’m glad enough my throat isn’t scratchy and causing me to cough and make my head throb.
I swear since I turned 30 I spend a hell of a lot of time wondering if I’m dying.