Being sick really sucks. Having a throat that feels like its being dragged through the streets of london by an arctic dog sled team everytime you swallow really sucks the happiness out of you.

But then comes in the friends. Who cook for you. Who ask how you're doing everywhere you go, even though you only ever told a couple of them. Who ask you if you need anything from the city. Who ask you to get your ass to a doctor. Who threaten to beat you flat with a cudgel if the thought of jogging while sick ever enters your mind.

You feel fucking, fucking blessed.