I'm a pretty healthy guy, I never get sick. But to my great dismay, I am human, so I do get sick from time to time.
With the flu, everything around you is moving at its regular speed, but you are going at this slow-mo type speed. I live a fast life, so this cannot happen. My entire body feels like its covered with this thick muck of a film. And no matter how much I use my mind to scrape it off of me, more grows in its place.
I really hate being sick. I like having my supperly depressed day better. Then, my body and soul hurts. But when I'm sick its just my body, so my mind is alright and screaming at me that I have to get my work done. So I work though the pain, through the muck.
I don't take any medications. None. I think that they make the body week. I don't take my anti-depressants, that might be a bad thing, but I'm all right. Mokuba takes medications. Little red pills twice a day. Apparently he had ADHD, it makes him hyper. The pills are supposed to calm him down, they didn't work to well. Which only makes me have less faith in prescription medications.
But I still have them. They sit on the edge of my desk. And as I'm sniffing and silently wishing for my death, they are always in the corner of my eye, staring me down. Daring me to slip one down my thought for 4 to 6 hours of congestion relief.
But I have to work, I have to be sharp.
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