::cella:: my body does its own thing

I think I’m getting sick. Again. And I’m still not done with the antibiotics the doc gave me previously after giving me a jab for my fever. I feel tired and wobbly and generally not good. I feel like I should be panicked about something. This is ridiculous.

Bodies are confusing things. It would be so much easier if we just operated everything through our souls. Instead we have bodies to contend with; they almost have minds of their own. Mine gives me fever and insomnia and anxiety problems and vertigo. And they’re hard to figure out. They do all sorts of things that we don’t even know about; they’re complicated. And fragile, very fragile.

I tend to throw mine around when I move, I’ve noticed recently. I don’t pay attention to what it’s doing, only to what I’m doing, and they’re separate things. My body is an afterthought, almost. It’s hard for me to understand it; I’m not so good with physical stuff.

Bah.