A letter.

Dear body,

I know we've had this discussion before, and that you aren't entirely to blame, but I feel a letter of protest is entirely necessary.

I don't know what kind of strange pleasure you get from this - my brain certainly tells me you're not getting any - and I have to assume you're not a sadist, so please, please, stop getting sick.

First off, I fail to see the importance of it all. The first time, with the stroke, seems to have been a fluke, and while a very aggravating one, these things happen. We are not perfect creatures. But why subject us to fibromyalgia? Is it really necessary to put us both through constant fatigue and pain? All it does is make my grumpy and make you complain, and it's not a beneficial arrangement for either of us.

I still fail to see why I got sick last spring as well: I appreciate you staved if off long enough for me to go to Europe, but I thought we'd already agreed that there was quite enough fatigue in life without adding a new, mystery element to it. And what's up with this sudden exhaustion followed by a bad cold? I have a midterm tommorow morning that you're not letting me study for woman!

In short, I would appreciate a cessation in this illness thing. I already exercise you and feed you well. Would a few more hours sleep make you happy? Tell me what to do, and I'll do it. I'm open to negociations.

Sincerely,
Katie