I hate the Sick See-Saw.

Wake up feeling crummy, head want to make with the explodey. Take the drugs, but not too much, as going from head-cold fug to drugged-out twigged-out is no good.

Not hungry, not hungry, not hungry, feeling light-headed, suppose I should eat something resembling lunch. Eat something, feel better, go back to waiting for the drugs to wear off so I can take some more.

Take some more eventually, then get light-headed again, then eat a little something. Then, *snap* ifthereisfoodinthishouseitshouldgetinmybellypronto. Just like that. Work very hard at getting lots of food to teleport itself into my stomach, then *snap* nah, I don't want any more. Bleah.

I shall say it again. Bleah.