Lots of things I need to ‘splain, that I won’t right now, but for the moment suffice it to say that I’m sick and I’m sick of being sick.
(This “sick” is the sort of sick where you think to yourself: “Feh. I am unhappy. Perhaps [fill-in-the-blank-of-normal-happy-making-thing-here1] would make me feel better,” and then you realize that you feel so bad that not even [fill-in-the-blank-of-normal-happy-making-thing-here] will help.2
And that’s almost as sad as being sick in the first place.)
1 Those options, for me, would include, but are not limited to:
- chocolate (don’t you think it deserves a category unto itself?)
2 It’s really nothing dire, just one of those allergies-turned-into-bronchitis-turned-into-coughing-up-a-lung affairs. I’m just pitiful, that’s all.
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argh! hang in there. kind thoughts from me.
Hope your Easter is chocolate filled
with time for crafting