The Main Character

When I get sick, it is not fun at all! I feel miserable and my body doesn’t move as eloquently as I’m used to. Even finding the motivation to do anything with my days, when I cannot work. My brain rattles around my head as if I’m one giant pinball machine. Being sick is a torture of needing sleep to rest and being too congested to sleep. It’s a stupid cycle. I try to convince myself I’m having fun when sick by randomly exclaiming “weeeeeeeee!” throughout each day. It doesn’t work and being sick never is as fun as I fantasise it could be. In theory, no work, no responsibilities, and no rush. The one thing worse than being sick myself is seeing my family sick too. It’s hard to move when I lack the energy to do so, but I still would do anything to help my family. “AAachhoooooo!”