I'm staying home today. I'm not sure what it feels like to be hit by a buffalo, but I'm thinking this might be close. My chest burns when I breathe and hurts when I cough. My bones ache. I think I'll go to sleep again so I won't just complain.
It might be silly to be grateful for a body that hurts, but I am. I'm not quite grateful for the hurt itself yet. I'd like to say something profound, but I'm much more likely to say something profain.