I always get the oddest sensation when I'm sick. My body is weak, and my senses feel as if they work extra heard in order to compensate. Last night, laying on the bathroom floor waiting for the puke to seize me, the blood in my veins buzzed faintly with every heartbeat. It felt as if i had millions of bees inside of me, pulsing simultaneously. I couldnt open my eyes, the light sent cracks of pain, like lightning, through my skull. Everything my fingers touched was somehow painful, even the cool porcelain of the toilet and the softness of the bathroom rug. And though everything was laced with pain, every feeling, movement, every part of my physical self. Through all the subtle hurts, I felt almost ethereal. I felt as if the pain running through every inch of my body was putting me in a place of higher spiritual consciousness. Even now, my eyes ache to be closed, tired already from the glare of the computer screen. Last night, through each gag that racked my frail self, each time my eyes watered and cried from the exurtion that throwing up takes, and as each shiver rippled over my skin, I felt almost peaceful.