I am sick today. Sick and weak and I don't like it. Sick enough to think about seeing a doctor and I don't want to do that either. Not as sick as yesterday, it seems, but still nagged and weakened and wishing it would all go away.
Sick enough to be irascible -- if this is such a 'great teaching,' let those who mewl about 'great teachings' get taught!
I wonder who invented the word "shit!?"
"Shit" is such a wonderful word and even if words don't cure sickness, still they can be marvelous and mildly-soothing companions.
I think I'll stick with that: