A body with a mind all its own

Illness usually is my body's way of saying, 'put the brakes on!'

I get sick during times of high emotional traffic, where I am processing a great deal of thoughts and feelings; also when I am busy and things like seven-hour sleeps and three squares become luxuries.

"Strep" (my mother's, and almost my doctor's diagnosis) is such a malady. It's the freaking summer, and I've not done much to distance myself fully from work or what I'll have to do in school.

Being sick makes me miss things to heal myself. While this sucks, there is always a reason for everything. Maybe tonight is for rest.