Sick day

I’m in bed with annoying chest pains, curled up with my unicorn, reading April Fools jokes online and scrolling through countless reactions of people who took them seriously. (At work I usually stick a huge post-it note saying “April April” to my computer screen to remind myself to be suspicious of everything.) I hate being sick but I’m trying to let it teach me to appreciate being well. Yes, being in pain might be annoying, but without it, you wouldn’t appreciate not being in pain, that sort of thing. I’m not sure if it’s working.