For those who would inquire about my health.

Every muscle in my body has ached for days on end in inconvenient spurts. My hands are prematurely arthritic. My legs cannot support my frame for another minute. The pressure in my temples is unbearable. My nose has been running. First the right nostril, then the left nostril, then the right again. I, with my tissue, can never keep up. My ears have a curious itching sensation. I can barely hear over the incessant rumbling. The swelling of the throat is the worst. Breathing is difficult; swallowing, impossible. My voice is a mere whisper. My lips are cracked and peeling. The cramps in my stomach cripple me to the floor several times an hour. Insomnia, pain, and the stench of my cat’s gas have kept my eyes open through the wee hours of the morning. The doctor prescribed me Tylenol and a nasal rinse, but nothing helps. Otherwise, I can’t complain.