Though self-pity is occasionally amusing, for the record, I really don't enjoy being ill. I spend more time than I care to admit being sick, and the sleep I lose when I can't breathe certainly does little to hasten my recovery. Yet I hate the feeling of being drugged, and my normal tendency towards insomnia combines to form a "perfect storm".
Charlie's been sick this last month too, so perhaps it's been good for me to be forced to slow down a bit. Hence, this little bit of time to write, and a little time to create (with some trepidation) a Friendster profile.
I think for many people, the greater misery of illness is the isolation that usually goes along with it. Fortunately, that's not an issue for me! No, the physical suffering is enough on its own, thanks so much. The claustrophobia of congestion and the foulness of phlegm are definitely enough for me.
Ok, now off to bed.
