Oh my God, I'm dying.
I'm getting up, going to work or school. Things are great. Oh no, I feel, damn it I'm sick.
I'm sick. This is horrible. Now my whole day is ruined.
It's like my stomach is trying to escape from my body and my head is trying to divorce the rest of me.
My throat is all scratchy, like sandpaper and I can't even get out of bed. This sucks.
Maybe if I put on a bunch of layers and stop shivering, I can go to work. Do you think they'll be able to help me there?
But when I get there, they'll see me and I'll be all gross. So maybe I should just stay home.
But I'm an adult, and it's not like my mom or anyone is going to take care of me. This isn't fun at all. No soup, no kisses. Nothing. Just death.
Oh god. I'm dying.
Hopefully if I sleep enough, it'll go away.
And maybe if I do what Google tells me to, I will live to see another day.
And maybe tomorrow I can resume your job or school, and come home tired from that, instead of just being sick.