I feel sick. Probably this past week's poor diet.

I'm almost never sick. The last time I ever threw up was in sixth grade, usually, stomachaches only mean "Hey, it's time to bleed!", and I don't think I've had a cough for about five years, since I visited the emergency room for severe bronchitis (that nearly stopped me breathing for several minutes at a time).

I don't take a lot of medicine, either. Unless I'm so fucked-up I can't see straight, I figure my body can do its job and fend off viruses and bacteria. I think that's part of why everybody is so sick--using too many antibiotics for such minor things like the sniffles makes for very resistant bacteria and virus mutations, and we pass on weakened immune systems to the next generation. Which would certainly explain all these obscure allergies nobody ever seemed to have had before this century rolled around--peanuts, latex, that sticky stuff on Bandaid pads (no, seriously--at school, even if we'd sliced our finger open on glass in the lab, we weren't allowed to have Bandaids because some kids were allergic to the sticky stuff on the Bandaid pad--we would just have to suck it up, wrap our finger in a paper towel, and keep constant pressure on it the rest of the day).

My immune system's pretty strong, though. Like I said, I'm rarely sick. I sometimes have allergy-sniffles, but that's about it. When the weather changes suddenly from very dry to very humid and wet, that's when I start sneezing so hard I can't see straight, then I need to lie down. Sleep is like my natural first-aid. If I just flop down on the bed, eyes sore after a long round of sneezing and wateriness, I'll wake up feeling better than ever and ready to do my work!

Which is why I'm really hating today.

I'm feeling sick, but I get the feeling nobody would believe me if I told them I was.

And so, no nap for Leiko. Leiko has to force herself to stay awake, even though her body says "Go to sleep and you'll wake up with no stomachache and you won't feel like you have to hurl!"

Unless I do throw up, in which case I'm going to sleep in the bathroom.

When I was little, I spent a lot of time sick. I still didn't take a lot of medicine, and I suppose that was a building block for the strong system I've got today. But I had wrenching stomachaches weekly and would spend a lot of kindergarten and first grade in the bathroom feeling like breakfast was coming on its way out.

I've noticed that since I adopted a vegetarian diet about four years ago, I've not had any of those kinds of stomachaches though. Perhaps it was some kind of animal protein that I couldn't digest properly? I dunno.

I wanna go to sleep. *whines*