The Hate List

(Yes, yes, there’ll be a love list too, but this blog is a place where some of my deepest, darkest thoughts get put down, so….deal. Heh. That sounds so obnoxious.) Okay, so, some things I hate about being sick. Sometimes acutely and actively hating on these actually helps dull them.

• ·   The endless strings of numbers that your brain latches onto for no apparent reason. The numbers that you repeat over and over and over again in your head. And/or adding 3-digit figures. Also, repeating five words of a song over and over and over like a sort of torturous mantra.
• ·      The dead weight that presses your limbs down, so you can’t get up or even think about getting up. I don’t know if it’s just me who gets this, but it’s a really horrible and weird sensation. I can never figure out if it’s imaginary or due to fatigue or delirium.
• ·      The near sleepless nights where your body goes oh so steadily and predictably between being clammy and chilled to the bone, to feeling like there’s fire licking at it.

And that’s it for today, you lucky buggars.