Pain is the Name of the Game

I am sick. How this happen is anyone's guess. My body aches, I keep a roll of toilet paper by my bed, and I'm starting to wonder if there's a limit to how many halls you can take in a ten minute period. I got up this morning to my mom looking at me as if death had now taken resident inside my body. I had a crappy sleep, since I woke up every couple of hours. I just came back from the bank. That was a trek in it self. Usually it takes me ten minutes to walk to Queen St. Today it took me twenty. I was sweating so hard inside of the bank I just wanted to stretch out on the nice cold floor. I knew there was no way I would be able to walk my aching body back home, and I had missed the bus; so I took a cab home. I spent five dollars on a two minute ride, but it was money well spent. Time for me to take some more meds.