A quick update. After spending about 6 hours in the hospital being prodded with needles, hooked up to a drip and being absolutely miserable, I then spent the next three days bed-ridden, sore, and being even more miserable.
Being ill as an adult is definitely not fun. It’s worse when you absolutely cannot move, having to remain in bed in the dark in order to even recover just a smidge because there isn’t a soothing hand to lay on your forehead or to bring you porridge. And everything just comes to a crashing halt. I wish I was a child again.
How I wish I was a child again.