I actually hate being sick. It’s normal to dislike it, I know, and most of the time I ignore it and carry on with what I am doing until it goes away.
What I hate most is when I am too sick to carry on with what I am doing and yet not tired or lethargic or whatever enough to be content with doing nothing. It sucks.
On the other hand, at least I don’t get throat infections every year, now that I have grown into my tonsils.
Originally published at half girl, half robot. You can comment here or there.
My granddad had one when I was little! 
