Today my body is sick. My head is heavy, my limbs are floating through jell-o, everything aches, and my throat is swollen. Ouch.

Today my heart is crushed and angry. I have been healthy for a record three months and I had a growing suspicion that I had reached an immortal status, or at least a strong defense against the remote possibility of contracting malignant germs. I’m not that annoyed at the actual sickness raging through my achy flesh; I’m vexed because my body isn’t the blooming picture of health and a strong immune system like I thought it was. My application for Good Health Super Hero status has been denied. Perhaps death will come soon…

(is that melodramatic enough ?)