It truly is remarkable how wholly we can take for granted a stint of good health, learning to forget just how fortunate we truly are to feel healthy and whole. Inevitably there will always come that returning, brief period where we are no longer able to pretend the opposite side of life doesn't exist, swept up all too swiftly by a tide of lethargy, non-existent energy and an overwhelming malaise washing away things that once seemed given and so normal.

It's always an extra kick in the gut to be laying down, barely able to summon the will to rise, only to realize you've done it to yourself through some means or another. That something you've done has prompted your body's current shut-down and the gradual realization that it was entirely avoidable with the tiniest sliver of greater care and consideration.

Worse still when it crops up immediately before a work week, and you know you've no options but to tough it out and try not to collapse from exhaustion despite having done so little.

Humanity feels so overrated.