It's 5am. I was woken up about an hour ago by my own head. It feels like it's over-full, like somebody needs to drill a hole in my skull to let the pressure leak out. It's really quite painful. I can't get back to sleep, because even after two Neurofen, my usually quite comfortable pillow feels like it's made of concrete.

This sucks. I hate being sick. If it's something stupid and my own fault, like a hangover, or the time I tried to leap over that rope at work and gave myself concussion, I tend to just grit my teeth and get through it, but at times like these when it's just my body letting me down against invading microbes, or whatever-the-hell environmental toxins or internal failings that cause headaches, I tend to get whiny and pissed off with myself for not functioning correctly.

Sure, I could treat my body better. It could do with more exercise, and a better diet. (or maybe this is my body reacting violently to the fact that I actually fed it a large quantity of salad yesterday, and it was unused to the nutritious content?) But still, it's let me down this morning, and I'm not going to forgive it easily.

Ouch. Still hurts. Must get email off to work telling them I'll be late, and go back to that concrete block.