Piece Written While Sick With Unknown Non-Lethal Illness

I wanted to see what it’s like to write this sick.

Monday, my brother and I were both going to visit my parents for Thanksgiving. He was flying from Salt Lake City, I was flying from San Francisco.

On the Saturday before I left, I turned to the person I was with and said, “I am sick,” and he said, “Just like that?” and I said, “I guess so.” Within ten minutes I knew I was pretty sick.