I’m sick. I mean, not just mentally disturbed because that is common knowledge already, I mean really sick. I’ve been throwing up, having epic diarrhea and a horrid fever. I can tell you this; I hate being sick. It’s been three days since I last ate something, and even though my stomach is still upset my brain is begging me… for pizza. Yes, my fever-addled brain doesn’t quite get the concept of not-eating-when-you-have-gastroenteritis. Ever had different parts of your body begging for different things? It’s a pain.
The only positive thing about this is that I’ll probably lose some weight. Probably. In the best case. The negative things, even when not counting the obvious stomachache, headache and nausea, definitely outnumber that one advantage: my balance is off, my legs don’t seem to obey me properly, I am so dizzy I could fall out of my bed by simply trying to sit up straight and then there is that annoying mental voice going “piiiizzaaaa, piiiiiizzaaaaa” all the time.
It’s been worse, No. 7 has sat by me a whole day and I didn’t even KNOW, I was that far off, and since my stomach is empty right now I don’t throw up all the time anymore, but still… I hate being sick.
Now, to please/torture my brain and stomach: the object of my desire.