I am not feeling all that great. I think it was something I ate.
When I was younger, mom would look after me, while I was sick.
When I moved out on my own, there was no one to cook my meals. I fended for myself, as there was no one to do things for me. I learnt to do things for myself. The meals weren’t fancy, I ate toast with butter, soup. They were simple meals. Considering how I felt, these were the only meals I could muster up enough energy to cook. These meals served their purpose until I felt better.
Now that I have a partner, I do not rely on him to tend to my needs. I am fully independent. When I am sick, I am not much of a complainer. I trod on the best I can.
I hope I feel better soon. I dislike feeling unwell my stomach aches, I feel bloated and irritated. As bad as I feel, I still managed to do some cleaning around the condo, so at least that’s something. I might be “shut-in”, I may not be able to do much, but I did manage enough energy to do a bit of work, so it was a complete waste of a day.
—Robert Confiant 10 September 2017 (mod 27 March 2018)
