Things take their toll
It appears that my recent insomnia has been secretly wreaking havoc on my immune system. All the while that my mind's been torturing itself, the viruses have been planning their attack, looking for the optimum time to strike. That time was now, and upon realizing this, they finally attacked. My body's current state is the resultant combat zone. My throat seems to be the point of fiercest battle. Looking at that are, I can't immediately dismiss the possibility that chemical and/or (heh) biological warfare has been employed.
I'm not sure why, but I've noticed I often to tend make any illness into a war. I always picture the foreign barbarian guerrillas attacking first in secret (so as not to alert the native defenses) and then, once their numbers are high enough, in a full-frontal assault, with my body sending out wave after wave of resistance to fight back the invasion.
I'm not sure why, but I've noticed I often to tend make any illness into a war. I always picture the foreign barbarian guerrillas attacking first in secret (so as not to alert the native defenses) and then, once their numbers are high enough, in a full-frontal assault, with my body sending out wave after wave of resistance to fight back the invasion.