I suck at being sick. I’m such a fucking baby. I’m super irritable, quick to snap and even more of a dick then I usually am, which if you know me, you understand that that’s quite the dick. I feel like shit. I feel like I’m going to die. All of my bones ache, the joints all emitting a continuous pain. I’m all congested, so my headache is one of those congestion headaches, like in my temples and behind my eyes. I just want my mom. I just want to post up on the couch, in front of the TV, under a big blanket with a table tray next to me, full of all the things I need to make me feel better. But that’s not happening, so instead, I’m up in my uncomfortable, to hot yet to cold, bedroom, moaning and crying to myself about how I feel so bad. Giant vagina. It’s not even that bad. I mean it’s bad, I’m definitely sick, but it’s been worse and it will be worse again. I just suck at being sick. Rest and hydration. I suck at both of those things as well. I just want my mommy.