I always tell people that I never get sick. In my mind, it's true, but in reality it happens about once every year or two. Perhaps because I rarely get sick, I don't know how to cope with it. I'm bored, hot, and sore. I moan, and writhe. I don't eat.
On the other hand, it's a reminder of how amazing I feel 99.8% of the time. Hard to imagine a life inside, stuck in bed, feeling like crap, would be worth living.
Today will quickly fade, and tomorrow I will feel great again. Let this be a reminder that even when I'm not sure what I want - 99.8% of the time, I can do anything.
