Sick
I’m sick today.
Well, that’s a bit of a misnomer. You see, I don’t get “sick.” I get miserable. Being sick for most people is being laid out in bed with a head full of snot, hacking and coughing and blowing through two boxes of kleenex.
Not me.
I get miserable. What this usually means is that my nose needs to be emptied on an hourly basis and I have less of an appetite and I usually get tired faster.