I have a rule that whenever I’m sick for more than 2 days with the same ailment, I simply decide that’s my new life and move on. Unless I’m actively hallucinating, I get my ass up and go back to work. No sickness has any reason to last more than two days in the modern era.
But that was before. My current issue is more difficult than others I’ve had in the past. I am having an amazingly hard time powering through this.
Endometriosis, vomiting, eczema, bronchitis, allergies, migraines, even that handful of times in college where all my eyelashes fell out are comparatively easy to deal with. This, on the other hand, is the literal worst.
I feel like a prisoner in my own home. Whatever I do, whatever I eat, take, refrain from, or attempt is met with still more suffering. I wish I was throwing up. Throwing up is so much better because you just switch to jello, keep a toothbrush in your purse and step behind a well-placed bush every hour or so.
Puking, why have you forsaken me?!