Small Rebellions

I'm just getting over a cold. A cold that I had for the better part of a month. Each day I felt like I was getting better, then not an hour later I was hacking and coughing. It got to the point where, if someone asked how I was doing, I refused to reply for fear that I'd jinx my condition into worsening.

This was in tandem with some unidentified sleep disorder I've been having for God knows how long. I'd sleep for eight hours or more and wake up exhausted. I had a sleep apnea test years back when I first suspected a problem; the doctor said I was fine and couldn't do anything for me beyond that. Combined with my cold I was miserable for a good majority of the time.

Recently I've been feeling better.

Now one of my ribs has decided to stab me in the spinal column.

It's like my body is going through a series of micro-rebellions, each probing for weaknesses that can be further exploited by the proletariat. Maybe it's my body's way of telling me I should start drinking.