Am I better? I ask myself on waking. It’s too early to say. Not yet. I used to kick such things out quite quickly from my body. I am a bad patient, an impatient one. I swallowed the stuff from childhood about not malingering, so taking rest in order to recover isn’t easy. I need to be utterly floored to do so and that is rare. Something isn’t quite right. That’s all. A bit under the weather. Whatever that means.
