I've been feeling under the weather for several weeks now, and I know that as I type, Shiv is hurling several pints of Pepto Bismol into the bog.
Why am I so ill? A number of theories have abounded. My mum thinks it is ME. But she thinks everything is ME and I'm simply not self pitying enough to have such a disease. Another friend suggested anaemia, but when I extracted some with a sharp stick, my blood was vivid with haemoglobin. Each molecule bound tightly to four irons. The last theory is that I'm depressed. I'm not having that one because last time it lead to me not being able to get income insurance. However it is probably the most likely. It would certainly explain all the crying.
The thing is does it count as depression when your life actually does suck? That shouldn't have any affect on your ability to qualify for insurance. Justifiable misery, that's what I have. I think the suggested remedy is to pull yourself together and stop whining.
However it isn't just me. Everyone I know is ill at the moment. The people who aren't ill are pregnant (and that's just the men!). Which is worse than being ill cause you can't eat brie and then a 9lb person forces its way through your cervix. Which just has to suck.
