People act differently when they are sick. Some become reclusive and distant. Some become aggressive and grumpy. Some turn into whimpering little babies requiring constant attention.
I’m that 3rd kind. Pathetic. Embarrassing to admit. Quite sad, really.
The admission is made. The truth is out there. Let the mocking begin.
But before the mocking, how about a Musical Challenge?
I’m not expecting to grow flowers in the desert,
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime.