It sucks being sick.

I don’t get sick very often (maybe every few months), but when I do I always wallow in self-pity. So here I sit, with a stuffy nose and a bit of a sore throat, feeling like I’m going to expire any minute. There are so many people in this world with far worse problems than a stuffy nose, yet I feel like I’m in the worst shape of anyone. Go figure.

I suppose it’s some form of selfishness– concentrating so much on one’s own mundane problems that all other issues fade into the background of unimportance.

So I tell myself, every time I’m sick, that I’ll buck up and not be so morbid about it. I’m trying. Really.