Not having the best day of my life… The man went into surgery this weekend so I had to spend the last days taking care of him and now I’m the one sick.
If you want to write about a sick character here goes my contribution…
A foul taste came to her mouth. She felt like she was going to puke even knowing it was not possible. Her constant trips to the bathroom had already emptied her stomach, which growled as if answering to her thought.
The head was heavy and ached like hell. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn’t, there was work to do. Work? How could she do anything if words stubbornly refused to join in meaningful sentences? It was going to be a hard day and it was only 11 am.