Apr 23, 2009 18:47
Christ, I have never been this hungry in my life. It not only hurts, it gnaws. I could swear there were things living in my stomach, chewing their way through it. I'm all weak and faint, too; I've been lying on the couch or in my bed for a week straight; it's a wonder my muscles haven't simply upped and gone.
Why don't I eat, then, the more intelligent of you might wonder? Well, the truth is, I can't. It just hurts too much. It hurts more than being hungry. My throat feels like it's full of shards of glass whenever I so much as take a sip of water. So right now, I'm just lying here, trying to heal my pains by planning my spiffing Jazz Age party and listening to the Threepenny Opera. How's that for a sick leave?
Meh. I'd gladly go back to work and school tomorrow, if I could only eat. The first thing I'm going to do when my throat decides it's going to let me swallow stuff again, is have a huge breakfast/brunch/lunch with all the workings. Toast with plum marmalade, bacon, scrambled eggs, tea, orange juice and maybe even a side of those cheese-and-spinach muffins I found a recipe for. Like dinner muffins. What a great idea, eh?
Okay, I'm done whining now. I'll just sit here and ache for food nao.
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