#I usually don't pay that much for any meal these days lol like bro what

[shadowed-yet-vibrant]

I've lived alone for quite some time now, and I'm still not used to getting sick on my own. It's tough.

When I feel the worst coming in, I know I have a limited amount of time to set myself up. So as the ache works its way into my bones, and as the symptoms begin to ramp up, I have to get to work. I put my favorite drinks in the fridge. Fill up my biggest water bottles and put them next to my bed and couch. Put the easily accessible snacks and foods within reach. Run out to the store quick if I need any additional medication or foodstuffs. Pull down the best blankets and pillows. Get out the thermometer and pulseox and my journal for symptoms, medication timing, stats. It's like putting sandbags up for a hurricane.

Then I have to hunker down and wait for the storm to pass, alone. And when I need something, anything, even comfort, it's up to me to make it happen.