One of the things that sucks most about being moody is that you never really realize that you are sick until it gets bad. A “normal” person knows when he is sick because he feels weak or listless. I’ve been sick for a month now but never realized it until I started having fever.
When I feel weak or listless and can’t get out of bed, I just assume it’s because I’m depressed. So, here I am, a month after the symptoms first started, lying in bed with fever for the past three days, waiting for Monday to come so I can see a doctor.
And, what’s more, because I thought that my mood was getting worse, I really did start getting frustrated and moody. The circle of life, Mr. Lion King, sucks.
