I have a chest infection I reckon. I can't breathe right and feel like I am in an old ivory corset, restricted breath and red nose. Being ill is alright though, it makes me feel a bit nice that I can feel my body doing something and being aware of its weakness. It's a realization that your body isn't always ok and that something could go wrong with it at any moment. For example cancer.
Cancer scares me very much. I'm sure I read that worrying about it increases your chances of getting it (stress etc), which makes sense but i'm sure is a way of telling us all to calm down and that death is around the corner for all of us anyway so why worry?
I have to go look after a kid now. I need to get ready and take some cough syrup.
secret army.
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