Sick as a dog the other night.
You know how it goes...
The kind of sick that makes you queasy just thinking about it....
The kind of sick that gives you a panic attack, because in that moment you can't imagine a more comforting spot in the entire world than your cold bathroom floor....
The kind of sick that comes on quick and leaves you raking your brain with the question, "When was I ever *this* sick?"
And then it seems to be over.
So you crawl into bed feeling very sorry for yourself and afraid to rejoice, because what if it comes back?
And then you sleep. Deeply.
When you wake up, it's another day. You're routine is probably the same as the day before. You are probably not much different than the day before.
Except today you're not sick.
And isn't that the best feeling in the world?
