I’ve mentioned before that I never used to get ill. Never. My crazy strong immune system laughed in the snotty face of colds, flus, bugs and viruses. Getting sick, just not my thing. I was far too busy having fun.
That was before the pizza of doom.
For the past few months I seem to constantly be fighting one bug or another. I was so focused on keeping going til my holiday that some kind of superhero power kicked in the last few weeks. But now I’m actually on holiday, I have the worst cold, and a very sore wisdom tooth jagging me in the cheek.
This is what I find most galling and, to be honest, most frightening about this whole break up. It’s not just the relationship that is broken up: it’s me. It’s my heart that genuinely hurts when I think about him. It’s my mind that cannot focus on anything for longer than a few seconds without hearing, “I was never in love with you” and questioning questioning questioning everything. And it’s my body which, after months of not sleeping properly, crying and stress, is just done.
He took my happiness, my love for the world and for pizza. He also took my first-class immune system.
Single and snotty. What a winning combination.
Pizza of Doom 
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