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Not horribly sick where it’s painful to exist, but just sick enough to know that you’re sick. It gives me an excuse to not be fully rational. It gives me an excuse to not feel like I need to be productive. Who needs to cook dinner? Let it thaw until I am super hungry, which might never happen because I’m SICK!

No need to attend any social obligations, because I’m sick. No need to be a complete and stuck up professional at work because I’m sick. You can really spot the most caring of individuals when they meet with you and offer sympathy, suggestions, and humor. Even if you’ve never met them before. Hell, maybe I can take the day off of work tomorrow if I’m feeling otherworldly enough or rattly in the head. I would only get sympathy.

I have no reason to expect sympathy otherwise. No one’s died recently. That only lasts one year after or on any anniversary.

You can really spot who are your true friends when you are sick. If no one knows you are sick, then no one will try to help you. It’s best to keep it that way — I’m afraid what I would discover otherwise.

No need to work on challenging projects and chores. I should rest. Allow dopamine to come from still being alive and seeking simple pleasures of relaxation. I can lay down on the couch and look at breeds of dogs. I can even write a post about being sick (insert obligatory “clever” self reference).

When I am sick, I feel the most like everyone else.