I'm such a poor little creature, eine Dose Mitleid bitte!

[ridicully]

Blargh!

Just blargh!

Can't I be either ill or not? I hate it to walk around somewhere in between.
I'm not ill enough to actually stay home or to get at last some pity if I tell people, but enough to drive me crazy.

I have a cough, my nose is running like mad half of the time and the other half I can't breathe, my heart-rate is somewhere around 150 (this may be a result of to much coffee, but this would be a rational thought and I don't want to be rational at the moment) and the thought of eating something disgusts me even though I'm hungry.

Blargh, wrgle, drlt

Me, overreacting? Never!