This is the second time I've been sick this week.
Horrible, horrible. And I am a bad sick person, whiny, in need of painkillers, endless hot baths, being left alone (while needing things brought to me). I actually called R on bb (he was a floor away) to request coke and painkillers.
It does make you think though. Growing up, my mother would always tell us how amazing the human body was, how we take it for granted until something, even something small goes wrong and then we struggle.
And most of us, most of the time are blessed by the fact that it just keeps working.
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