This damn mortal coil is getting me down. Largely because many exceptional people in my life have dealt with varying degrees of illness this year. And partially because I’m nursing an injury myself.
ARE WE DONE GETTING SICK YET?! WAS THIS YEAR NOT BAD ENOUGH? MUST THESE MORTAL COILS KEEP BREAKING?!
It’s so cool to have a body and be able to do jump kicks, give out reckless thumbs ups (thumb ups? Thumbs up?), get yourself around, DANCE. But then, uh-oh. Things seem off…
Sometimes it’s gradual. You realize your jump kick is a little bit less energetic than it used to be. Your have chronic jump-kick-itis. It’s deeply infectious.
Other times, it’s all at once. No more jump kicks. You’re cut off. Nada. Maybe later. Maybe.
Being ill is infuriating... It’s a LITERAL pain. It’s expensive. It’s inconvenient. Being sick feels isolating, unfair, and FLAT-OUT, FULL-ON SUCKS! I hate it! I hate it for myself and I hate it for others. ILLNESS IS JUST ONE BIG EXHAUSTING BUMMER.
Getting sick, it’s all the rage.