Sick

It hurts to swallow. And sometimes, there's this shooting pain through my left ear. The unmistakable warning of an oncoming migraine, there's that dull throbbing at the back of my head.

They say think of all the people who suffer more than you do, those who've got cancer, those people whose limbs have been amputated.

Oh please. Like thinking of those with nothing makes you feel better. Now that I think about it, it seems sort of sadistic. To find comfort in another's misfortune? Yeah, not my thing.

I'm not sure what is my thing. Philanthropy? I'm too selfish for philanthropy, I think. Besides, the whole point of charity is to feel good about yourself. The system is flawed, methinks.

But, I digress. Focusing on the problem at hand. It didn't seem like a bad idea initially, to play in the rain. It took a few days to hit me (unlike a friend who was bedridden the next day) but man, this sucks.

Mind over matter, I once read somewhere. Lets see if that works. I'm not cold. I'm not cold. I'm not cold. I'm not cold.

Screw this, where's the blanket?

Maybe I should just sleep. My migraine meds reacted with my antibiotics and citrizine and instead of the usual sedative effect, I was up till 4 am last night (this morning?), tossing and turning. And the blasted phone decided to switch off around 12, leaving me with no, uhm, entertainment. I tell a friend that maybe I'm wired differently, hence the insomnia effect of the usually sleep inducing medicine. 'Maybe some connections are left un-wired', he retorts. Bum and a half.

There's a fine line between most polar opposites, sanity and insanity, for example. There's also that fine line between tired and so-effing-exhausted, and once you cross that, sleep is hard to come by. And you have me.

The solution would be to just keep typing until I hit the publish button when this phone falls on my face or until someone walks in and takes said phone away, accompanied by 'GET SOME REST!!'

I'm hopeless at endings. I'll just stop with this then.

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