Sick

Today I am posting late and this week you all will be without a story. I've been terribly sick. my head is so congested I can barely think, let alone write. So I leave you all with my apologies and a brief expression of how I am feeling.

  Aches and pains, cough, sneezing, sore throat, runny nose, congestion. my medicine claims to help me with it all. with excitement I take the pills and wait. The cold shakes my body and distorts my mind, my medicine makes me delirious and I hum softly to myself, staring at a tv that is not turned on. the symptoms are lessened, but not cured. the sickness gets bearable, but it wont last. "take ever 6 hours as symptoms persist" I continue to consume the pills. My body feels better but my mind feels weak. I am so tired all the time. I am too tired to be awake, but can't sleep because of my cough and stuffy nose. like a ghoul I clutch a tissue permanently in my hand. I am one of the diseased, one of the infected. I hear stories of who else is sick, I smile, but dont care. their pain doesn't sooth my dry irritated nose or my scorching sore throat. Their coughing doesn't ease my own. So I lay on the couch, caught between dreams and reality, a useless lump watching tv that may or may not even be on.