Achy

Recovering from a what-the-hell ever knocked me over so sick I could barely stand to have the sheets touching sort of cold/flu, and I'm still achy and sore.  I can't sit too long and toast was the first solid food I've had in a couple of days.

I hate being sick.  I hate soup.  I hate coughing up monster blots of ominous looking phlegm.  I hate my nose being shredded by tissues.

I hate most that the second week of my vacation has been ruined by this stupid illness.

Being sick makes me melancholy

I make no apologies for this, nor will I apologize for acting like a four year old who wants to cuddle with his stuffed toy and his mom.

I wish there was a way to feel that safe again.